It is a rare warm, sunny, day. The dog is in the garden, basking in the sun. Time for a walk. What will bring her in?
Velcro strapping on my sandals? No
The click of the buckle on my bum-bag containing the necessary poo-bags? No
The faint tinkle of the collar attached to her lead? WATCH OUT! A gingery-brown torpedo has just shot through the back door!