Whilst dog walking in Ashton Court yesterday a very funny thing happened that I would like to share. (I hope it's not a case of 'I guess you had to be there!')
Part of my pack was a large golden labrador called Posey and a vizsla called Bella.
Posey had decided to bring a stuffed toy pheasant with her from The Paw Seasons and proceeded to run around with it in her mouth at the start of the walk.
Bella, being incredibly competitive, decided that she wanted the pheasant and swooped in and stole it the moment Posey stopped for a scratch.
After much chasing and tug of war Posey reluctantly gave up and carried on with her walk, leaving Bella to carry the pheasant.
Fourty five minutes later Bella dropped the pheasant (dry mouth or suspected jaw ache?) and Posey was on it in a milli-second. She ran ahead with it in her mouth and went down a slope into some long grass.
When I caught up with her, there was no pheasant to be seen anywhere!
So myself, my friend and the pack all started looking for the pheasant amongst the long grass (dogs love a good hunt, even if they don't really know what they are hunting for!) and after about ten minutes of re-tracing our steps I announced that Posey had lost the pheasant and that we had to forget about it.
We all set off to finish our walk and I glanced over my shoulder to see a brown labrador bounding over the hill with the pheasant in its mouth and a look of sheer joy on its face, as if to say: 'Look what I found!'
Sadly, it was not a case of 'finders keepers' for the lab who swiftly had the pheasant taken off him upon my request, much to his (very obvious) disappointment and the amusement of his owner.
The pheasant made it back to the car safely and will no doubt embark on another dog walking adventure another day!
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