However, last Saturday turned out rather shitty. Our little, rather ancient, Tibetan Spaniel who has just recovered from a serious renal failure, was about 20 yards ahead of us, and had wandered up to two couples and their dogs. I heard him yap, and saw him jump up at a large chocolate labrador – nothing nasty, just jumping about and yapping.
“Cobblers” thought I, “I’d better get him before he makes a nuisance of himself”, and I started to run down the path towards them.
Just then, I saw the bloke who owned the lab stride forwards and kick our dog so hard he took off and landed a few yards away.
The most intelligent thing I could think to shout as I started to sprint rather than jog was “Oi!”, to which the thug responded “Sort your fucking dog out!”.
To cut a long story short, the poor wee sod has got two broken ribs, bleeding on one lung, and liver damage. The ribs and lung are on the mend, but….
We find out tomorrow whether or not the liver damage is a death sentence.