After the dog ordeal in the previous post, I have maybe, just maybe, become a tiny bit paranoid.
We were arriving home from work a few days ago and there on the road, running merrily along, was the neighbour’s poodle type dog. It was quite a long way from it’s home and it had to pass our (ungated) driveway to get back to it’s place. This is the same
horrible dog. that I suspect chased Hilda Hen and caused her to go missing one evening. It is also the same dog that has chased a neighbours ducks whilst it was being walked along the road. A menace.
So what did I do? Well, some kind of mother hen instinct came over me. I hid behind some bushes (in my corporate work clothes and heels) to see if this poodley thing would stop at our (ungated) driveway on the way past and dare to poke his fluffy nose onto my property. One glimpse (or sniff) of my free ranging chickens, who knows what would happen.
So I watched from behind the bushes, this thing merrily trotting along the road and thank goodness, he trotted right on past our driveway. But wait! He decided to turn back and take a look up our driveway and then tentatively started to take a few steps onto our property.
So now what did I do? The mother hen instinct really kicked in and I leaped out from behind the bushes, shouting and flailing my arms about and running towards this poor little poodley type dog. He must have got the fright of his life. This mad woman coming towards him. He put his tail between his legs and he slunk off as fast as his fluffy legs would carry him, out of my driveway and along the road towards his home. I continued to run along our fence line shouting and flailing my arms at this dog, until I lost sight of him.
My husband, Haitch was standing in horror beside the car, watching this drama unfold and all he said was “you are one scary lady”.