Friday 9 November 2012
Dave’s brother Pete has asked us to look after their dog
over Christmas when they go back to the UK for a couple of weeks. Sid is a big black Labrador, a real softy,
trained as a gun dog. The first time I
had him on the lead, briefly, while Pete and Ed moved their boat from the
boatyard to the quay, I had my hands full of coats, and had looped his lead
over my right wrist. I didn’t know he
was trained to only walk on the left (because guns are carried on the right),
he kept moving round to my left, on a short lead, pulling my wrist round behind
me, which I followed round, and we ended up circling along the quay till I
worked out what was going on.
So to get him used to us, and to the cats and chickens, we
had Sid for a few hours on Friday. He’s
curious about our menagerie, but well behaved.
Trouble was, Pete brought him to us across country, startling Notso out
of a bush. She hurtled off, cackling,
then stood at the bottom of the field doing the chicken distress call. In the end I had to go and fetch her, and
reunite her with Astro which settled her down.
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