Running like crazy

Today Emma was properly exercised. She met a little terrier called Milo who, according to his owner, loves to run. What he doesn’t love is not being able to catch his quarry.

Milo was one of eight dogs walking with three humans. The other seven dogs took no notice of either Emma or Day-z and Day-z was happy to return the favour. But Emma, dopey Emma, went and barked at Milo, asking him to play. He didn’t need a formal invitation.

He barked once (clearly saying “RUN!”) and Emma took off, Milo in hot pursuit. He didn’t stand a chance.

Emma can run like the wind. Over hills and down dales, she can be very fast when being chased by strange dogs. They quickly disappeared from view, running in ever increasing circles.

Milo’s owner was calling him to come back, an order he completely ignored. When Emma started whimpering as she ran, Milo’s owner started apologising to me and yelling louder at Milo. It was very funny. Between guffaws, I called Emma to me but she was too busy avoiding capture.

Eventually, Emma caught sight of me and I bent over, arms wide, calling her to me. She hit me like a torpedo, straight into my arms. Milo came to an abrupt halt at my feet, staring up at the bundle in my arms, tail wagging. Emma’s tail was wagging as well as she puffed and panted, her heart beating like crazy.

Milo’s owner came over to retrieve him, apologising madly saying that he didn’t like creatures faster than him. I told her it was fine and that I should thank him for wearing her out…which he did because she was very quiet for the rest of the day. There’s no way she gets that much exercise playing with Day-z.

Speaking of big, brave, Day-z. She stood at my side, the whole time, just watching. Given I don’t think she can see very much I assume she was just enjoying the Emma-less peace rather than soaking in the view.

As for me, I spent the (glorious) day in the garden. I managed to secure the clematis to the fence (some fierce winds had blown it into disarray), finished weeding the Hot Border and gave the lawn it’s next mow. I finished the day with a well earned beer while sitting on the terrace, covered in two sleeping dogs.

While I didn’t get any footage of Emma and Milo (they were far too fast) I did take this a little bit before.