The dark clouds were blowing away.
Pluto scaled the Levee bank.
We watched the Herons fishing.
The way ahead looked clear as did the way back.
Pluto found something disgusting to roll in.
Then it happened.
A man appeared with two dogs in the distance. Pluto is off despite my calling to him to come back. I follow as quickly as I can. The man caught Pluto by the collar so I took hold of it and escorted him away. After a couple of minutes I looked and saw that the man and his dogs were a good one hundred yards away or more. I gave Pluto a stern talking to about being good and coming to me when called. He looked up and blinked. I let him go. He walked beside me for a couple of paces. Then he was gone. Back to the dogs. He did stop once when I called. He looked back at me, then ran on. I re-traced my steps. The man had him by the collar again. this time he went on his lead.
The walk back to my car was made up of a one-sided conversation with Bad and Dog featuring prominently.
Does anybody want a bad dog?
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