Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder and indeed I was delighted to be back with Mrs Bitey after a trip away. Mrs B however had the agony of deciding whether to be pleased to see me or sulk as payback for going away without her. In the end she found a compromise of squeaking and waggling until I reached to stroke her then trotted off with her chewy bone playing hard to get. She couldn’t keep it going for long and even when she pretended to be absorbed in chewing her bone, her little tail was thumping away like crazy.
Less of a dilemma for Mrs B today was whether to chase the four huge and scary looking stags that she came across in the park or not. Within seconds, she was barking her hunting high pitched woof and charging after them with all the determination of an olympic sprinter.
Like Fenton’s owner, I was powerless to do anything. Unlike Fenton’s owner I did not attempt to chase after Mrs Bitey shouting Jesus Christ. And hopefully, no one filmed the episode…
Thankfully the stag ran a lot faster than Mrs B and in the end, she returned defeated and exhausted. She did her best, but thankfully her best was not enough and venison was not to be dish of the day.
The spectacle of stampeding stags with a tiny terrier hot on their heels was quite a sight to behold. Indeed after Mrs B returned and was safely anchored to her lead, several passersby stopped to congratulate her on her feat of herding and to double check that they really had seen a large stag charge heralded by a small but determined mutt.
