You know, the last few weeks have been tough for me. I can't lie on the back of the chair looking through the window any more, in case I catch sight of a cat and start getting excited, I can't creep onto the bed halfway through the night any more and I have to wait at the door and let Jenny or Keith go through first, before me. AND I have to walk on my lead without pulling and be nice and polite to any passing dogs.
Today, I was let out into the garden to do - well, what well brought up dogs do first thing in the morning when they are let out - and, although the garden is now like a quagmire after all the rain for weeks and weeks, I had a bit of a stroll around, just to check that there were no squirrels or cats around.
Now, could I help it if there was a strong suspicion of the presence of next door's cat on the other side of the fence? What is a dog supposed to do? Even I can't see through wood, so to my mind, it's reasonable to dig a hole under the fence.
But this time, I didn't get the chance. Before I knew where I was, I could hear Jenny yelling at me (and believe me, it was not very ladylike!) and I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck and fast-forwarded into the house. I don't think she was very happy with me.
We dogs are very intuitive...
And that Amanda's coming again tomorrow for another lesson. (Sigh!)