Barkin’ Heck, Welly!
Well that was an interesting morning. I was sat at my desk, typing away, and what did I see when I happened to glance out of the window? Well, at first I thought it was a bear, and then maybe a pony. Whatever it was it was BIG.
It turns out that it was a dog. A lost dog. A huge, gorgeous lost dog. And I’ve just spent the last half hour trying to contact his (he’s called Welly) owners and the dog warden, with a little success.
I can best describe him as like a St. Bernard – but he was black and white, like a Border Collie. I had a quick scan through google and have since decided that he must be one of these – a Pyrenean Mountain Dog, or something similar. If there are any dog experts out there who know what he is then I’d love to hear from you. Either way it was lovely to have met Welly and I wish him all the best; although I would ask him that next time he goes a wanderin’ that he might avoid the canal. It does not make stroking him as pleasant as it could be.