A dim view of dogs
To work this morning, writing well I think. Beth dropped in for a cup of coffee with me this morning, Anton called.
In the afternoon I went for a walk and threading through the woods, a boxer type dog ran up to me, and landed heavily with its front paws on my groin. As I doubled over it got my hand in its mouth and I felt its teeth. The owner carried on blithely speaking on her phone, and didn't apologise. I told her angrily to control her dog, but she ignored me. Rude. I began counting dogs and people was I walked, and there were more dogs than people, and they were all off lead. I am neutral about dogs, but it's reasonable surely to expect the owners to exercise some control over them.