A Heron...

Alfs decided to take on a doberman today.  I got the impression it was quite passive by nature luckily - it's just that Alfred rudely provoked it into half hearted action.  I had to yank him up into my arms and turn my back to the dog to save Alfs from his jaws.  All's well. Funny how you don't think of yourself in these situations, only of your little dog. My heart was beating like mad afterwards, but as I said, the doberman was not really aggressive or it would have been a different story.  I would like to have a doberman actually, although Mr K can't stand them, so I've not much no chance.  I'd always want my sweet border terrier, but a lovely, strong, sleek doberman too - no fear when walking in the woods alone! :-)