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So Squish had a River moment this morning. First walk of the day. We're going down Woodbury Avenue when he suddenly freezes and starts whining and barking. It's not his usual "OMGSQUIRREL/CAT/STRANGE DOG" happy fun alert bark, it's a scared bark with a snarl in it. His little hackles are standing up and he's refusing to move forward. Squish is prone to be unexpectedly frightened of odd things - the kid with the blue gloves, the wheelie bins moved out of position, the unexpected bag of grass clippings, the snowman plushie in the hedge - but this is the first time I haven't been able to tell what he was reacting to. There was a family with a pushchair across the road and a woman in a loud black and acid-green tracksuit behind them - it could have been one of them but they were well outside his usual reaction zone and he's never been scared of people or pushchairs before. It looked more like he was staring at a spot in the hedge across the road. Utterly baffled. But Squish's panic made Spike start barking his head off, so I turned and went round the block the other way.
We passed the same spot coming back in the other direction, and Squish was a little apprehensive but not scared. He looked like he was looking for the Scary Thing but not finding it this time. Still utterly baffled.
In other news, I seem to have buggered my left knee and can only walk slowly and painfully. Walking slowly and painfully has, in turn, made my lower back all stiff and painful. Happy happy fucking joy joy.
We passed the same spot coming back in the other direction, and Squish was a little apprehensive but not scared. He looked like he was looking for the Scary Thing but not finding it this time. Still utterly baffled.
In other news, I seem to have buggered my left knee and can only walk slowly and painfully. Walking slowly and painfully has, in turn, made my lower back all stiff and painful. Happy happy fucking joy joy.
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It could have been something like a weasel or a stoat, possibly. I've never seen those round here but that's no reason to assume there aren't any. But he's usually more interested and less scared of animals, even new ones.
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They can hear and smell so much better than we can, it's surprising they don't do it more often.
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Seriously, I think it was more about the huge fluffy knittedness of the gloves, but it made me laugh a great deal.
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It's ever so much more fun when others do it.
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On the way back to the barn, he walked right past the stick and I don't believe he even noticed it was there.