Scary moment.

Walking the dogs around Clive Vale this morning Alfie managed to slip his collar - Little Mouse saw a cat and I was carefully working my way around some cars to avoid it - when the collar slipped over his head and fell off. Greyhounds have fat necks and tiny, brainless heads - which is why they have such specific collars. In the past he has taken advantage of such luck to run around hysterically - on this occasion he was quite happy for me to put it back on whilst my hands shook - one eye on the cat still crouching across the road. A bouncing, collarless Greyhound running around the traffic was not what I wanted first thing today. I'd already managed to send someone the wrong paperwork today.... it bodes ill.