Sammie was shocked to a standstill today when we came pretty close to the wild ponies out on our hack. Tiny little things - Exmoors I think, but to Sammie they were just plain odd. We were out with Sammie's friend, the youngster, and they both stood studying the scene before them intently without an inch between them - very up close and personal, bundled together like sardines in a tin.
There was much flaring of nostrils, sniffing out the scent and they'd occasionally turn their heads to each other to check out what they were making of this situation. Then one of the wild ones moved off - high heads for youngster and Sammie as they both took one step back together and jammed themselves even more firmly against a convenient war monument that had hitherto been scary, but was now nothing compared to these strange creatures before them.
Eventually they both reluctantly agreed to move on, but then Sammie became transfixed by a dalmatian running about on a slope to his left. We took a few steps, stopped, stared intently, moved on when gently encouraged and then went through the whole thing again until the dalmatian was out of sight. Normally he doesn't bother about dogs but maybe he'd never seen a dalmatian before.
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