Walkin' back to happiness...

Yesterday was the first of my Schnauzerfest walks.  This one was up The Clumps (there's no easier way to say this, I'm afraid...)  Now I have done this walk four times.  And every time, the same thing has happened.  Percy does the whole hour and a half walk with his nose pressed firmly to the derriere of a particularly beautiful older lady called Ruby (before you think he has a penchant for pensioners, Ruby is a 12 year old miniature schnauzer).  She is always very patient with Percy's attempts at ardour and he only received a couple of warning nips from her for his over exuberance.  This is very handy for me, because I know where he is at all times.  But Reg?  Now he's something else altogether.

He started well, socialising with all the other schnauzers and coming back every now and again to check I hadn't run away.  And then, half way round, it started to heat up a little.  There were a small gang of schnauzers with names which brought to mind a 1960's East London gang (I know I have a Reg, but gangster he's not).  There were some serious contretemps, and in the end, for the sake of all concerned I decided to stick Reg back on his lead.  

After another twenty minutes, it was Percy's turn to be clipped on.  A lady will only take so much wet nose treatment, and I thought it best to give her a bit of space.  Now this worked really well for all concerned, as long as Ruby stayed in front.  Her bottom was the equivalent of a carrot with a donkey, and Percy trotted behind quite nicely.  He did pull quite a bit, and for a few seconds, I wondered whether Darth Vader was a fan of Schnauzerfest.  

The problem was this.  Ruby, being substantially older than Percy, started lagging behind, and Percy, not wanting to lose sight of his beloved, sat down and refused to move another inch.  Not even biscuits would persuade him to move, so I had to wait until Ruby overtook on the left hand side, at which point, Percy fell in behind her for the rest of the walk.

So we made it to the end.  Money was raised, friends were made and I even managed to take the right two dogs back home.  This may not seem surprising to you, but there was a five month old puppy there who looked good enough to steal.

I was thinking about replacing her with Reg.

I doubt they would have noticed...


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