Friends, collies, Pyrenean Mountain dogs,
Does it ever get any easier? Just when I believed I could be saved from myself, with the help of a lead, up pops a man with a ginger beard to put the fear of God into me. Today B & I went off together for the first walk on our own and it was the biggest hike ever. What hard work, all that going up and up. We met a lovely man on the way who gave me lots of cuddles, so far so good. At what B called a col – which I can only think means a meeting place for collies – I had a long look out, but I couldn’t see any. But oh my goodness, I could see forever; I was more than a bit in awe of how vast it all is. I felt like a very insignificant small dog indeed.
We had to do some more up before I could have rest my weary legs and tuck into a nice snack. Then the man with the ginger beard came over and talked to B. I’m afraid I saw red and blew my top (whatever that means). I wanted to nip him to tell him to stay away from us. He made me so frightened I just barked and barked; all the hairs on my back stood up. Eventually, he went away but he had put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day, so I did the same whenever anyone said hello to us. Then at the end of the day I just darted my head left and nipped an ankle that was passing. That sparked off a dreadful kerfuffle and I’m going home with my head down and my tail between my legs again.
So, even though I climbed over 3,000 feet, before I am even 1 year old, it is another black dog day.
Predicting more bad dreams
Love Ben xx