The Escape Artist

Yesterday morning, Macy made another break through the hedge into the adjoining field to chase a few sheep.

Not good.

It is beyond frustrating, to be honest, and very scary. I certainly don’t want to find myself in the position of collecting a very dead young dog after having been (quite within his rights) shot by the farmer.

It’s even more frustrating when I see dogs – a springer spaniel in the mix, who has to be as happy to chase birds as any spaniel – lying quietly in the grass, mere yards away from a falconry display.

Where the birds are TIED DOWN.

This is not my dog.

My dog would have been pulling at the lead so hard she’d likely choke herself – even in a harness.

Which is why we are off to take a “livestock avoidance” course in Abergavenny later this month. Yes, there is such a thing.

Will it work? I don’t know – if you are a reader of my blog, you know that I have a hard enough time managing my children on the best of days – and they are lovely.

I pretty much suck at discipline.

And this is pretty much gonna be like a boot camp – two days of training, from 10-5.

I don’t think the trainer will particularly like me much. My kids have sucked the well of patience dry.

Pray for me.


  1. Oh my. I think the dogs in the picture are either sedated or fake. Maybe in a state of disbelief. My family has always had bird dogs and this picture is …. shocking.

    Will pray for the boot camp beat down!

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