Sometimes Pluto is very well behaved on our walks. Today was not such a day.
I suppose it started yesterday. We bought a lovely metal stand to hold his food and water bowl. Yesterday at breakfast he was chomping away when suddenly he knocked something against something and the vegetable rack fell over and knocked his bowls into the air covering him with water. He was off into the extension. After a few seconds a head appeared around the corner, his body was shaking. He came upstairs to me while the wife cleaned up the mess looking for a cuddle and reassurance. Sometimes we forget he is only fifteen months old. Finally he went back downstairs and the wife tried to coax him into finishing his breakfast. He didn't want to go near his food bowl. In the end my wife, Joan, held his bowl while he ate out of it.
It turned out I had to do the same with his evening meal.
This morning he refused his breakfast. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be king so I took him for our walk unfed.
Down by the Drain there are now sheep in the fields. I kept him near the entrance off his lead where he could run around exploring the riverbank and the Rabbit holes on the far side of the field.
The farmer arrived in his 4 x 4 and drove through the gate, leaving it open, Pluto went to investigate, then came back. The farmer drove off up the field for about 300 yards to where his flock was with Pluto in hot pursuit. He would not come back. So I followed as quickly as I am able. Caught up with him and put him on his lead. Fortunately he didn't bother the sheep at all.
On our way back I spied a lady, June, with three dogs, her own Odi and two she walks for friends. She had them on leads. They were a handful for her already. It got worse when Pluto and I arrived. He would not behave. He always gets over excited with other dogs around. June is very understanding so we walked together back to the car park discussing our pasts.
Heavy rain expected later. We don't mind a shower but this will be a lot heavier. Must go and get the shopping in.
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