What the hell crawls in to the cranium of these spaniels? The former subject of all my recent affections has suddenly decided he does not like being on the other side of a fence from me, all very flattering but bloody useless in a rough shooting dog. Now when I got him about 10 weeks ago a four strand barbed wire fence was no problem to him, he would just hop over and you pointed in a direction and he would travel to the horizon. About two weeks ago he decided he didn't like doing that any more and I mean even through a hole in the wire, any amount of stern words bribes me tearing my trousers to show him what to do falls on stony ground.(them eyes! have you ever tried eating a chocolate biscuit in front of a spaniel ?) The only thing I have not tried is physical violence or tying a breeze block round his neck and throwing him a pit hole. Mind you all the bloody gas trapped inside him through not taking a crap would keep him afloat, so that would be a waste of effort.
All these mind games with a soddin dog is taking it out of me. I've got high blood pressure you know!!!!





