I love walking all over town and even downtown but as a West Highland Terrier I have my favourite circuit where I walk Master Robert. West Highland Terriers walk their masters in case you haven’t heard! I have serious business responding to replies to my messages…you know pee mail and all that.
One day smelling the warm breezes of spring I headed off with Master Robert straight down the street instead of making our usual circuit around the block. Ten minutes from home we heard the most vicious growl. A killer growl. Master Robert said a naughty word to me saying I should get my ass moving and he was very tense. We Westies sense human being emotions so well. There was a German Sheppard behind a fence with a goofy oodle dog of some sort. Master Robert almost headed into a run but 30 seconds later the Shepp was charging us with murder in his eyes. I turned around and that Shepp had its mouth open and was ready to sink her teeth into my bum. Master Robert pulled me aside away from this Shepp and kept kicking it over and over until it squealed and ran down the street. I could have taken on that mutt with my eyes closed. I would lay down my life to protect my master. This is the heart and soul of a Westie. Master Robert is as brave as a Westie! Actually both of us were shaking but our friendship was deeply cemented. What would have happened if Mistress Fotini was walking me? Of course, Master Robert is half Scottish which explains his bravery! Dylan and Master Robert….the Bravehearts of Toronto!
Oh yes this Shepp was called Layla and as we later found out had attacked and injured six dogs. The result was that Master Robert contacted Animal Control and Layla was ordered to wear a muzzle. Despite that she attacked Walton my buddy and took a chunk out of his leg while wearing a muzzle. I heard Master Robert say to Mistress Fotini if he lived in Florida and had a Glock Layla would be “dispatched”.
A Bird's Eye View of Fashion, Food, Travel, Culture, Beverage and Curiosity 