It was all going so well at the park until a truck-like Staffordshire bull terrier shot across our path and swiped a crow out of the air. Then Maisie and I found ourselves under siege.
The not-yet-dead bird just stood there, stunned and grounded, and a riot broke out in the trees above. The other birds – either because they missed seeing the original attack or just because the Staffie looked too scary for them – chose to take out their anger on Maisie and we got dive-bombed by two very angry crows. It was like a scene from The Omen.
Today, for the first time, Maisie played with other dogs. She used their toys and shared hers. She let strangers pet her and got compliments on her good manners. This dog wasn’t going to let a couple of bully-birds upset her game of fetch. Maisie rocks.