4 days ago
Friday, January 25, 2008
The biter bit
Well… not really, because Porridge may be boisterous but she never bites.
But today was one attack too many. Whichever way we take our walk through the countryside, there are four different aggressive dogs awaiting us of varying sizes in various directions. There is a nasty little jack russel that attacks us in the neighbouring hamlet, a white something or other at the bottom of the hill, and a terrier thingy that looks like a broom with no handle just past the forest. Today their ranks were swollen by a doberman/bulldog which seems to be new in town, ominously belonging to someone renovating an as yet unlived in house a bit too close to us. Don’t these people ever exercise their dogs? Perhaps that is why they are bad tempered. The locals look at me as if I am mad to walk my dog, and I am starting to wonder if they are right.
Tomorrow I shall be taking a very big stick with me. If I am not back by nightfall…