Bouncing Pointers

Just up the road from here live 2 energetic, young (not sure of the age, but adolescent rather than old, anyway!) bouncy pointers in that lovely chocolate brown with the white flecking across the back. We often see the owner on the way back from our walks, who lets them out into his front yard (gate closed) and then tries to get leads onto them while they bounce around in excitement. Much adverse comment is forthcoming from the owner

Tonight this coincided with us being almost at that point on the pavement. His fence is 3 foot tall, with the fence and the gate having a lattice top, square holes starting at about "westie-reared-up-to-full-height" height. Well the bouncing and panting got me and Haggis all curious, so as one, using Dad's un-noticed slack in the leads, we stopped trotting obediently to heel (ha!) to bounce up on our hind legs, intending to get a look/sniff through the holes in the gate, to say hello.

We were a bit surprised then when we found the gate was actually unlatched, and our lunge had the same effect as the storm troopers kicking the door open. Bang! The gate swung back and suddenly there was a 3 foot wide nothing between us and the pointers.... You rang? they said. Luckily the man had just got them onto leads and he laughed, as surprised as we were! Dad apologised and we all greeted each other. Nice introduction!

More careful with the weight of the front feet next time, maybe
Deefs