A Wee Donner

I'm just back from taking Sandy for "a wee Donner" up the road, (who knew we had kebabs in Scotland when slang was invented?) . An odd walk, about half way up Colquhoun he was spooked by something, stopped dead & refused to move forward, insisting on going back. "Come on Dad I'm spooked, don't know what it is, some scent I caught on the breeze or from the ground, I really want to go home".

I was surprised, lately he'd been getting to the top of the road and looked interested in exploring further but now a volte-face, "What's up young fella?" He looked up at me with those big eyes of his & said quietly "I think it's a big fox, please let's go home". So that's what we did, turned around & headed home, his ears flat to his head, body low to the ground and stopping every few yards to look back.