I took the dogs out for a walk this afternoon – round about 3pm.
We did the usual route, down the lane, into the fields, across the footbridge (Chewie doing his customary dive into the brook and then swimming about a bit). Up the next field, turn right and down and across the next field. Back to the brook where we follow the course of it back to the bridge.
Except as we were approaching the bridge on the return leg, an elderly couple (walking stick apiece) and their two small brown dogs (I think they were Jack Russell crosses) were just coming off the bridge, about 30, ahead of us.
Robyn was off her lead, her training is excellent. Chewie was on his lead.
One of the JRTs sprinted for us and then headed for Chewie at full speed.
And bit him. And kept biting him around the neck, ears, mouth. Poor Chewie was crying out and trying to get away from the little f*cker.
I wanted to punt the little b*stard into the middle of next week.
Instead I reached down, grabbed him by his harness and hoiked him 6′ up into the air and held him there, suspended, until his ineffective doddery old fool of an owner ambled up to retrieve the little f*cker.
‘Should be on a bloody lead,’ was all I could manage, such was my rage.
I knew it wasn’t the little f*cking dog’s fault. It was the f*cking stupid c*nt of an owner’s fault and I wanted to visit my rage on him in a physical form.
But I couldn’t. Because he was old, and doddery and well in to his 80s.
‘Should be on a blood lead,’ was the sum total of words I could say, to back up the complete absence of actions that I could visit upon him.
We legged it away from there pretty fast.
Chewie has had several checkovers, and despite being covered in sticky grass and sweethearts, he isn’t showing any signs of physical damage.
I don’t know who those two old dears are; I have never seen them or their two dogs before, and we’ve been walking those fields almost every day for the last 18 months.
But if I see them again, I’m really going to give them a piece of my mind.
And my words will be altogether stronger than ‘Should be on a bloody lead.’