le Ding And His Log .....

 I do love le Ding. He's such a mad little Dog.  The meter man called, today. He asked if it was safe to come through my gate and I assured him that Pesticle would just jump all over him ~ hence I was holding her back.

  " Don't, what ever ye do, try to touch That one though! If he comes up and sniffs ye? Don't for fuck sake try to pat him! "

  The guy came through the gate then. Pesticle was in paroxysms of joy just because there was someone to meet and knock flying in her uncontrollable happiness. Niggy was there, somewhere. Gentle Black Lab's don't count.

  Then, le Dinngers sharp snout was at the guys pocket. Having an exploratory sniff. My heart was in my mouth! For gods sake, Please don't forget what I just told ye! So much as Touch that Dog and he Will have ye! Absolutely no fucking question!

  Thankfully, the meter man was awake and kept his hands to himself. Then asking me if he was safe to step over the threshold. 

  le Ding had dashed inside. (le Ding likes to dash places. Hence I call him " Ding The Dasher ", privately).  So, with me holding Pesticle aside, the chap stepped through my front door way.

  The bark almost made Me shit my fucking self! God knows what it did for the poor meter man!

  Thank fuck le Ding believed me when I said it was alright. He didn't feel the need to flip into full on, repel violators mode. That was a very nasty second though.

  Anyway; Meter read ~ that's all I need! Fifty or sixty quid fucking bill. The very day I'll be raping the bank account, to pay for the new roof on the stable! Meter man safely on his way. Things settled back down to normality here.

  That's when I glanced out the window and saw le Ding. Doing his own thing. Relieving the tension caused to him by having a stranger around us.

  I can't help but think how he sniffed that guys thigh. One wrong move and it could have ended very much like this .....

    Seriously though; Isn't he a fucking sweetheart? I love his ears. And, ye know what? This is the first and Only Dog I've ever had who I simply would not try to do what ever I liked with.

  Aside from putting his lead on and taking it off; Any, least, physical interaction with le Ding is a calculated risk. He's mad as a box of frogs ~ Bless him!

  Looking back now; He was delivered to me doped up to the eyeballs. That was after we'd tried to get a Greyhound Carrier to fetch him. That guy had taken one look and shit himself.

  Probably just as well. le Ding has certainly relinquished his tenuous grip on any slight semblance of sanity, since coming here ~ I like that in my Dogs, and they enjoy it.

  But, still, the thought of that guy trying to gather le Dings four legs and lift him in or out of a chest level crate? It wouldn't have gone well ....!