The joys of the country...
Some woman wound down her window yesterday when I was walking the dog and hollered, "Nova Scotian Duck Toller?"
"No," I replied, understanding that she was twlking about dogs, due to some insane stroke of intuition. "She's a bit collie and bit of one or two other things..."
"Ah, she looks like a toller. A friend of mine has one, y'know."
I told Meg (my dog), she was now a posh dog. She gave me a look as if to say, "Was this ever in doubt?" and we came home. She looks a LOT like a toller, but is she? Nah.
"No," I replied, understanding that she was twlking about dogs, due to some insane stroke of intuition. "She's a bit collie and bit of one or two other things..."
"Ah, she looks like a toller. A friend of mine has one, y'know."
I told Meg (my dog), she was now a posh dog. She gave me a look as if to say, "Was this ever in doubt?" and we came home. She looks a LOT like a toller, but is she? Nah.