Shame and a possible case of dog napping?

Sorrel has returned to Kent this morning.
She takes with her a chest infection,a reinforced hatred of rodents and  a healthy disregard for Bulldog bitches....but at least she seemed to have enjoyed her visit.

This afternoon I have togged myself up like Bill Murray in Ghostbusters and have jet sprayed the inside of the coops with neat dettol......It is the start of red mite season and as every poultry keeper will testify to..having red mite in your hen house is as shameful and as disgusting as having a particularly itchy dose of pubic lice!
Dettol is a miracle bug killer, so after a hour and a half spraying, I returned to the cottage smelling like the inside of a public urinal (or perhaps like the inside of one of those plastic buckets the ones that your mum used to place next to the bed when you were sick as a kid) .I left the dogs enjoying the sun on the patio outside the back door and went inside to change and as I was in the bathroom I heard George and Constance barking.

Now this is nothing new as the dogs bark at numerous people walking past the cottage. Indeed they had only just given octogenarian Trevor a loud "doggy greeting" when he popped down to give me a load of historical photos of Trelawnyd for my rapidly growing collection, but there was something a little "sharp" in the Scottie's bark that made me think that he didn't know who was around, so I stood on tip toe, looked out of the window and caught a glimpse of a rough looking middle aged stranger  leaning right over the garden wall.
The man had hold of William around his front legs and looked as though he was lifting him up over the wall....
"Put him down right now!" I bellowed out of the window and the surprised man jumped a mile and stopped what he was doing "I'm only stroking him" he said smiling yet unsure of where I actually was, but I must admit that the whole thing felt suddenly wrong and I was having none of it.
I galloped down stairs to find the apologetic man still standing there rubbing the ever friendly William behind the ears and although the guy's behaviour could have just been that of a friendly dog lover,I felt uneasy and suddenly ready for a bit of a confrontation.

"He's lovely" the man said
"Yes he is" I replied shortly and picked the big hearted William by the scruff of his neck and holding him like a handbag I walked into the house followed by the rest of the dogs.
"There's no need to be like that" the man said, but still the whole thing seemed rather contrived to me
"fuck off!" I called over my shoulder
Hell has no fury as a dog owner potentially scorned

William sleeping on the couch after his afternoon walk

Perhaps it was a total over reaction on my part......but do I feel guilty? do I heck as like!
Anyhow tonight I aim to relax a little,   .......it will be nice to catch up with my favourite blogs in front of the fire