Mrs Trellis out with her whippet, blue bumped into Mary and I on a sunny spring morning.
Mary bounced about in her usual friendly manner.
Blue barked in a rather worried way and leaped into the road dragging the diminutive Mrs Trellis with him. She tensed up pulling manfully at his lead.
He eventually settled down as we chatted then reared up again like Flag in The Yearling when Mary edged forward, in the hopeful quest for a play.
Again Mrs Trellis was hurled into the road, her heels clacking on the ground, but this time she gave a hopeful little laugh and called out breathlessly
" He's doing rather well at his dog training classes!"
" That's good" I called after her as owner and Whippet careered madly down the lane....
God loves an optimist
What was it like before the classes? Dragging face first down the lane?
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of one of the brothers who was serving at the Easter Vigil Mass years ago. The fire that they tried to bless kept going out. The big Paschal Candle went out during the singing of the Exultet. (All of these things may not make sense if you are not Catholic or High Church, but trust me, they are not good.) The incense pot overturned and set fire to the carpet. The organist played the wrong accompaniment for the Gloria. But when Brother Dermot took the water and wine up to the altar and handed them to the priest, he said cheerfully, "Well, good so far!"
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious :)
DeleteIt made me smile ( broadly) x
DeleteGod loves an optimist and so do I! Hooray for Trellis!
ReplyDeleteUntil I read this post, I thought that only Yorkshire people were allowed to keep whippets. No wonder Mrs Trellis is having trouble with Blue.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea that whippets were so strong!
ReplyDeleteI thought I had read where you said that Blue was walking nicely with Mrs. Trellis when she first got him.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened ?
cheers, parsnip
Perhaps its just mary
DeleteOnce upon a time, we had a Borzoi. She ran like the wind. But when on a leash, she became this docile sweet pony sized dog.
ReplyDeleteBut she hated other dogs who would come over to her and try to sniff her ... she was very ladylike, she didn't like that at all. So she would spin around, keeping them away .. hurling me around ... it was very good for muscle building, walking that dog.
really nice
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I had a standard poodle named Blue. Insane as they come but gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteLaughing out loud again, John! Well done :)
ReplyDeleteYou mentioned The Yearling! You have now completely charmed my heart.
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DeleteNothing like a bouncing terrier to get things going
ReplyDeleteMrs Trellis might want to invest in a Halti for Blue. Would hate her to be damaged by him pulling. My mum had a ligament damaged by her strong Labbie boy pulling suddenly and now she has a nobbly finger. A Halti soon fixed the pulling, but a little too late for mum's finger!
ReplyDeleteSounds like she's ready for page 2; that's only as far as I ever got with mine too.
ReplyDeleteYou HAVE to be an optimist when you keep dogs .... one day Rosy WILL stop barking ;-)
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My dog friendly GSD met a very young lab on a walk. The lab owner quickly put his dog on lead.out of respect we put our dog on lead too. Whenever close enough to speak, we said she was friendly and we were happy to meet. We did so. The young dog was initially well behaved and I confess we began to chat ignoring the dogs. I tuned in and did a mental replay of the next few minutes. The young dog asked for play,did not read the"look away" decline. He then threw his frontlegs around her neck and she prompty flicked her hea,threw him to the ground, stared at him and dared him to move. We were horrified,apologized, moved on. Never knowing that if we had stayed put that young dog would have, forevermore paid attention to dog language.
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