It was such a lovely day yesterday that Mrs P took him out for a walk, from Broadbottom up to Coombes Edge where you get an impressive 360° views across the Cheshire and Derbyshire landscape.
They stopped for coffee and cake as they usually do and Jack wandered off for a sniff around. There was a road nearby, but that didn’t worry them too much as he has good road sense, that is he has the sense to avoid roads.
They heard a car passing, followed by the sound of Jack screaming. Mrs P feared the worst and dashed for the gap in the wall and nearly fell over the dog.
He hadn’t been hit by the car, but had somehow managed to lose the whole of his left back leg through a roadside grid and was well and truly stuck.
Jack continued screaming and I use the word advisedly. He doesn’t yelp or whimper — he screams.
The problem is, he screams at the slightest provocation. When you clean his feet when he’s been in garden or if you try to budge him off his blanket on the sofa. You’d think he was mortally wounded.
Being the dog who cried wolf, Mrs P wasn’t overly concerned about his predicament and was able to lift his back end clear while her friend kept the front end quiet.
He was none the worse for his ordeal, although it could have been much worse. I suspect that he was too busy being a drama queen to do himself serious damage and he certainly made the most of the fussing from his two favourite women that ensued.
On an entirely separate note, after posting about Pokey Lafarge and the South City Three yesterday, their appearance on Hootenanny is now on YouTube and here is their first number, Drinkin’ Whiskey Tonight: