Well, I finally managed to drag myself and my dogs around the Sunday market.
There is nothing like being lethargic to high-light problems that would normally not be problems at all.
The problem today? YORKIES!!!!!
What on Earth do Spaniards do to turn these small furry bundles into snarling, biting monsters? Three times this morning my dogs were attacked by pom-poms on strings! The high pitched barking, the very realistic growling and the sheer speed of the attacks had me, at the same time, laughing an struggling to prevent my dogs stepping on the damned things and breaking their backs.
This morning wasn’t a true revelation because a neighbour owns two Yorkies that think they are ten feet tall Rotweilers – they are totally fearless and will attack anything on four legs – but it is the first time that I have been frail enough to be concerned. In reality, the worst that a Yorkie could do, even to my two small dogs, is painful nip on the nose BUT I could have been spun base over apex as my dogs tried to avoid the attacks. Two dogs with a combined weight of 22 kilos represents a lot of impetus – once moving.
If you have any ideas, please tell me “What do the Spanish do to these little terriers?