He is fine with the headland shaggy sheep with huge horns that run free, but the big buggers than inhabit the field along our walk have suddenly become a threat to him. It was bad enough when they were in the field that was eye level to us on the road as believe me, as a veteran of being knocked for six by a pretty little Bo Peep, I know just how confrontational rams can be. One particular ram would come to the fence and face Hector who was more than up for a spot of scissors, paper, rock believe me. The fact that there was the equivalent of three foot chicken wire separating the two of them made me nervous enough to persuade Hector that losing face to Mr Ram was a lot better than losing his dinner from Mummy. I did make it worth his while in the end but I am not sure how long the nail scrape marks will take from disappearing from the tarmac where I dragged him away.
Ever since he has started this vendetta and I am not sure it is purely one sided on his behalf, I have had to either rush past on the opposite side of the road past the field in question or go another way. The toady even located the new field Mr Ram has been moved to by suddenly doing the equivalent of the Goose Step whilst trying to home in on the air scent he was locating with his nose raised towards the heavens. Actually, having said that, if he Carry's on being a prize turd he might be seeing heaven a lot sooner than anticipated. He even tried to jump the wall from a stand still to get to it and I could not see over it (I'm five foot one and a half if I breath in on a good day). This was enough to make me realise he really has a problem with this ram.
Today, no problem, after risking arrest by being suspiciously peeping over every hedge and wall in the country lane, I relax as Mr Ram no present anywhere. Must stop this telepathic connection I have with my dog cause you know what they say.......don't speak so soon. The next thing I know I am face first down in the newly seeded hedgerow literally making furrow with my nose. I have used his harness today on the road bits as its too hot for halters and I do not use collars alone with having to walk the two of them together. The evil weed has used his full body weight against his harness to pull his plough like owner up and over the hedge to Mr Ram's new abode. The fact that the farmer was just giving it some hay did not make my appearance any more dignified or my language any less blue. In fact it is amazing how you can still swear and threaten instant punishment with a mouth as well as nose full of grass seed and soil. To make matters even worse, Tilly totally freaked and decided that she wanted no part of the proceedings and headed the other way, which would of been fine with me if she had not been attached to my other arm by means of her lead.
Without offending anyone, my two dogs literally crucified me for good this time.
So, returning to my original question under the heading of this post, do you think it's a testosterone problem between the two of them or a problem with Hector's behaviour in general? Actually, thinking about that question and knowing my dog, maybe I better delete this post altogether as I may not like the answer :-)
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