Squirrels that are sharks in disguise.

It's been a long haul. The whippet had major spinal surgery in January (although it was a 12 inch scar that ran down from his gullet to chest) and then had to have strict 'crate rest' for ten weeks. He endured the cage during the day but at night he was inconsolable. So his jailor slept on the floor next to the cell. We resumed our walks about a month ago, gently and on the lead. At his recent assessment the vet decided he could have controlled exercise off the lead, "But no squirrel chasing!" she instructed. The past week, Harvey has been rediscovering his galloping legs. Joyous. But it feels as if I'm in a Jaws movie, I can hear the distinctive music as I anticipate all the possible trip-ups. Fortunately he was on his lead today when we inadvertently gate crashed a squirrel fest. They seemed to be everywhere, poking their heads around trees with gleaming eyes ... Harvey was straining with all his might on the lead, but his indignation was made worse when just after we got home, there was a commotion outside and I opened the front door to find the cat whoosh down the road with a fat mouse in his chops.