I had planned to tell you all about my lovely weekend. The fantastic summer weather continues and our parish fete at Stokenham was a great success ….
… lazy lunches in the summer house …..
… and a new young Blackbird family have moved into our hedge….
But yesterday evening, as I took the Newfies for a walk in Brooking Wood, just a little way from home, we had a horrible experience. We were strolling along the path together, with Daisy leading the way as usual, whilst Ben brought up the rear of our procession in a very stately manner. Then suddenly, from nowhere, a Rottweiler burst out of the undergrowth snarling and growling – and started to attack Daisy. She was terrified – she is quite large now, but at 8 months still just a baby – and a baby of a very non-agressive breed too. She tried to flee, but it had hold of her back and was beginning to drag her down. I could hear the owner somewhere in the distance shouting “Get here you b***** f******!” but of course it took no notice.
Luckily help was at hand – Daisy somehow managed to wriggle free, and then a huge black furry shape bristling with anger charged into the fray and pushed himself between his baby sister and the Rottweiler. It was Ben!! I did not know he could be so scary – he was clearly absolutely determined that no Rottweiler was going to hurt his Daisy. He was growling and somehow puffed himself up so he looked even more enormous. (and at around 170 lbs he was big to start with) He didn’t attack though – just demonstrated the classic Newfie behaviour of putting himself between the loved one and the threat. The Rottweiler looked uncertain, but just as I think it was going to launch itself at Ben, the owner appeared, grabbed it and started to wallop it with the lead. I was then able to comfort and reassure Daisy who was shaking with shock and fright, as well as suggesting to the owner that a leash and muzzle would be appropriate when walking this dog – imagine (1) if I hadn’t had Ben and (2) if it had been a child that was attacked. Muttering something to himself the owner dragged the dog away.
You wait for me little one
Fortunately Daisy wasn’t harmed – her thick woolly coat – and Ben of course – saved her, and when we returned home there were extra treats all round – and a glass of wine for me! Today I took them to the beach in the early morning cool .. no Rottweilers there ….
You check that way and I’ll look over there
And it’s good to know that Daisy can rely on her Big Bro to keep her from harm’s way (even though he thinks she is very annoying a lot of the time!)
You’re safe with me little sister!
Well done Ben!