Yesterday, when Tess and I were out for our evening walk, we were wandering along the road on the estate - me miles away with my own thoughts, Tess as usual sniffing every blade of grass. Suddenly a large dog - off the lead by the way - pounced on Tess, flattened her on the pathway and started to attack her. There was pandemonium.
The dog's owner charged up, gave his dog a mighty kick, swore loudly, apologised to me, flung his dog in the back of his van and drove off. Tess
was totally traumatised. I managed to get her home and into her basket. She wouldn't eat her tea, she just sat looking at me all evening as though it was my fault. We both went to bed early, me feeling all over her to make sure there was no broken skin or anything.
This morning things were no better. I wondered if perhaps she had bitten the other dog in the fight and had loosened a tooth or something. I rang the vet and explained what had happened and she suggested I take her in later this afternoon. I put down some mashed up tinned dog food and a bowl of warm milk and also left last night's tea down. Then I went off to the hairdresser's.
When I returned an hour later last night's tea, the mashed up dog food and the warm milk had all disappeared. The bowls were licked clean and she was back in her bed asleep! She ain't daft!
PS I cancelled the vet by the way.