Thursday, April 03, 2008

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Dog

He had escaped. And me still in my nightie. Fortunately he was only at the other end of our lane and came back when I went outside the gate and called him. How did he get out?!!

Yesterday a woman was following us in the woods. She wasn't following us; she was following the same path. But she was following us. And she had a dog, with whom George kept disappearing off to play. I speeded up to try and keep him with me, but every time I looked around the woman was the same distance away from us!

I felt like Butch Cassidy and that marshall in the big hat. 'How is she doing that? I couldn't do that. Could you do that?' I asked George.
'Maybe she has an Indian tracker.'
'Don't be silly! She can see us; why would she need a tracker?'
That made him sulk but after a while he broke the silence saying, 'Maybe she's blind.'
I was about to scoff again when it occurred to me that, if she were blind, she would need a tracker just to get through the woods. 'You're not as dull as you appear, George.'
'Woof!'

Now, as I won't let him out again until I'm dressed, he's eating his chair.
xx

3 comments:

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I always knew George was clever!

CherryPie said...

He is a very naughty boy ;-)

Leslie: said...

*cough* *cough* I'm choking on my laughter!