tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873009918100574338.post6037953475244252586..comments2024-02-05T09:17:53.322-08:00Comments on Adrian Barlow's blog: Walking the Dog : (i) Staverton Pudding (ii) In the Valley of the OgAdrian Barlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04526714501872493961noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873009918100574338.post-49889410943338761672020-09-22T04:47:22.993-07:002020-09-22T04:47:22.993-07:00Adrian, I loved hearing about Dash, the dog on the...Adrian, I loved hearing about Dash, the dog on the Og! I was reminded very much of the Scottish terrier, Angus, which I had as a boy. In particular that love of sniffing—which makes me think that we human beings have a woefully poor sense of smell (although I'm fairly sure that dogs lack any kind of aesthetic pleasure). <br /><br />I remembered your account of despatching the unfortunate rabbit, which Dash thought you’d be so pleased with. I once had to ‘finish off’ a bird I found, bloodied and hopelessly flapping its wings, at the edge of a field. Why the (assumed) predator had not carried off its prey I have no idea, but luckily [sic] I had a good stick with me, and two blows to the bird’s head brought a merciful peace. <br /><br />You’re publishing this blog has encouraged me to complete a blog I've been tinkering with, but have now just about finished. I'm also now thinking of writing a blog on Angus—a small immortalisation of the little fellow! <br />Peter Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16448566004422403386noreply@blogger.com