Watch Out For Those Puppies!
Riding home along the path through the dunes south of Blyth today, a tiny sand-coloured dog charged straight at me. I stopped, as did the dog, facing me down.
Which of us would blink first?
The dog, which was only a puppy, and let out a terrified angry, barking yelp at the same time as fear got the better of its bladder.
As I pointed out to its owner, it was terribly cute. But I’d probably not take it home until it got better control of itself!
Your post title severely confused me when I started to read about a dog, I thought it was going to be a thoughtful running insight…
I don’t understand what you mean . . .
I think a whole lot of newspaper…probably The Sun, would be best used for the purpose of a puppy with bladder control issues.