
My mum was out walking H the other day when she was about to walk past an oldish man with a westie. The man was desperately trying to pull his dog in as far as possible and keep on a tight leash (fair enough) as the dog was obviously unnerved by Henry coming towards him. My mum dropped down off the pavement courtesously and walked on the road to allow plenty of space and as my mum walked past, the Westie snapped at Henry and pulled the man. Henry jumped sideways (big puddin was scared) out of the way and barked then the man told my mum to and I quote "GET THAT BLOODY DOG OUT OF THE WAY!" other than my mum being like Linford Christie and sprinting across the road when she approached the dog I don't really see how she could have moved Henry any further to allow any more room!
That's not all, as the man flapped his arms whilst telling her to get out of the way, he swung his bag and it hit my mum in the face with it!
Grumpy old horrid man! If I see him....ooohhh I will be having words believe me!
Phew feel better now! Got that off my chest!
Em