I am much calmer now when I see a cat strolling past the window. I don't splatter myself across the window and hang from the window catch any more. OK, I suppose that's a bit of an exaggeration, but only a bit. So that's good, Jenny says. And I am fairly good at coming when called, especially in the back garden, but you can't expect a fellow to come when he's just got the scent of a cat or a squirrel. Jenny calls it being obsessed and she says there is no way she could let me off the lead when we're out because she couldn't be sure I'd come back when called. I would, of course - eventually, possibly with a mouthful of fur. No, maybe that wouldn't go down too well. So, when we're out on the field or in the valley, I am on the extending lead so that I can do a bit of running about. Sometimes , though, I forget and go charging off, only to be pulled up short by a strangling sensation!
Unfortunately, I have recently got into the habit of barking at other dogs. Only some of them and I only want to play but I guess they find me a bit too boisterous, and their owners certainly do. I'll have to keep an eye on that, I suppose.
But last night was REALLY exciting. I spotted a little fieldmouse scuttling around the bins (well, that's what Jenny said it was) so of course, I couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. Yes, I know, Jenny told me afterwards that cats chase mice, not dogs, but there wasn't anything else around and I'm not proud. The trouble was, I made such a noise pushing the bins around trying to catch it that Jenny came out to see what the noise was, grabbed me by the collar and marched me indoors. The ignominy! In front of a mouse - to be treated with such a lack of respect!
Needless to say, the mouse made a run for it and when I was let out again before bedtime, try as I might, I couldn't find it again.
Gee, some people are such spoilsports!