Pat' Has A New Jack Russell .....

I stopped by at Pat's place today. Wanted to pay him for the bale of hay he'd arranged and for a fresh one I need arranged. I stopped off in the taxi, on the way into town. Safer than walking as the roads are still treacherous with ice yet.

Anyway, so I go round to the back door and, even as Pat's opened it and greeted me, out of no where comes this little Dog. Dashing round the side of the house. Dear little thing. All white with bits of lemony around the ears and such.

Pat really worships his Dogs. It shows in how they respond to him. This little fucker didn't quite know whether to jump up. Sit down. Chase its bum stump around in circles. Just because Pat was there and it wanted to please him. Bless.

Of course, I'm observing all this out of the corner of my eye. Peripheral vision job. Only when our business was done and I was about to leave did I let the little thing know I'd noticed it. And then I snarled at it, threateningly.

It broke my heart to see it sit on its little bum, ears folded uncertainly and one paw lifted in a gesture of appeasement. It just wanted to love me too. And be loved. And I threatened it, for no reason. Poor little Dog was sad and confused.

It has to be that way. I'll never again show any Dog of Pat's the slightest sign of friendship. I'll actively do all I can to make them wary of me.

Because I can never forget and will never get over that day when Lady, his other little Jack Russell, who I'd stupidly formed a bond with, saw me walking down the road and came rushing down the drive to squirm with delight and have her belly rubbed. And ran straight under that fucking motor.