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The Mongrel usually takes Kaspy the Collie with her to work, and leaves her in the estate car. She takes her for a wee walk during lunch and on breaks. This has been happening for three months or so (Kaspy is nearly six months old now) and has settled into a relatively uneventful routine. Kaspy goes for her walks, makes friends with tourists, collects pine cones and sticks, has a pee, sniffs around and does all the things a dog does.

Until the other day. Lunchtime, the weather hot and sunny, and Kaspy had been for her walk. The Mongrel had put her back into the car, and just as she started to close the tailgate, Kaspy spotted a family of tourists, decided she wanted to make friends with them, and shot out of the back of the car like a Cruise missile. She charged over to the tourists - Mum and Dad and some young children - who were, unfortunately, sitting on the ground having a picnic. Even more unfortunately, the centerpiece of the picnic was a large bowl of tuna and pasta salad.

Kaspy, like your average deadly Cruise, didn't miss. Straight into the salad bowl and out the other side, the tuna and the pasta and the mayonnaise and whatever else was in the damned bowl exploding far and wide, covering the family, the rest of the picnic, Kaspy, and the Mongrel who, of course, was in hot pursuit of the bloody dog.

And I wasn't there with the camera. Thank God. Even I felt embarrassed about it when the Mongrel got home and told me about it (still smelling strongly of tuna) and I was twenty miles from the incident. Apparently Mum and Dad took it quite well, and declined the Mongrels offer to get them some more food. The kids were delighted, and thought Kaspy, despite her covering of fish, was the greatest. It was probably the best adventure they had on their trip to the Highlands.



Collie's have fireworks for brainzzz.