Revenge of the Lamb

I forgot to give Jeff his explicit warnings today at Cocken Woods.

He therefore felt at liberty to locate his previously-wrestled-over putrid leg of lamb and scurry off into the undergrowth to enjoy his interupted meal (well, it was the approximation of scurrying that a 50kg dog will do).

Snack time over, he erupted from the undergrowth to scare another dog walker. "It was just a big black shape coming at me - I thought it was a bear," she said.

I have news: there have been no bears in County Durham for at least a thousand years. There is however, a very naughty dog at large.