|Opening a carton of yoghurt no problem|
Then a couple of nights ago we had the Romeo visitation which inevitably had to take place one day and sooner more likely than not, as Romeo is the leader of the local pack and needs to check up on new comers to our corner of the sugar estate. So up and over the five foot wall and there he was, after dark, outside the kitchen door just as Max comes meandering through. Max stopped dead still at the door and just looked, then Romeo growled and voom Max lunged. Romeo was bowled over, but Max wasn't done as he just followed up with no hesitation. By the time I'd got my flip flops on to cross the gravel Max had shown Romeo that this was not his patch and that Max was not a dog to be growled at on home turf. And Romeo was hurdling the garden wall. Well, fair play I reckon as long as it doesn't happen outside our territory and, thankfully, no signs of that as yet.
|Trainer Louise & son Ramesh|