This happened on one of my trips to Wimpole Hall, when I was about six months old. We arrived in the car park and my biped started to put on her coat. She hadn’t let me out of the car, I made a noise to tell her that I needed to get out in a hurry. She asked, “Can’t you wait until I’ve changed into my wellington boots?”
I fidgeted to show how urgent it was that I get out. She came and opened the back and clipped my lead on and allowed me to get out. I immediately started sniffing around very excitedly. My biped told me to sit. She said I had to wait while she changed into her boots, as the ground was very wet after all the rain we’d had. She put the car keys in her pocket and she got her boots out of the car, while holding onto my lead with one hand.
I sat quite still while she took one shoe off and put a boot on. Then she took the other shoe off and at that moment two goats trotted by. I immediately got up and started running after them. My biped was taken by surprise. She had no choice but to run behind me, clinging onto the lead, with only one boot on.
The goats were getting away! I tried to run faster, but my biped had other ideas. She suddenly shouted ever so loudly, “Clowie, sit!” She never shouts at me, so I was quite startled and I sat almost immediately. Then I remembered that I wanted to catch up with the goats and I started to get back up, but by this time my biped was in front of me blocking my view. She again told me to sit.
We stayed there for a minute or two, until I stopped trying to get up and follow the goats. Then we headed back towards the car – and my biped’s second boot! Two men came hurrying towards us and asked, “Have you seen two goats come this way?”
My biped told them which field the goats had gone into and the men ran in that direction. We continued to the car. She picked up her boot and looked at her wet foot. She said it was probably a bit pointless putting the boot on now, but she did anyway and we went for our walk.
Later on when she was telling the story of our little adventure, she said that I’d made her get a wet foot. The male biped said, “That must have got your goat!”
They had a good laugh about that. It didn’t make any sense to me, but I like it when they laugh.
See you next Wednesday!