Old dogs

Well it's turns out that old dogs can learn new tricks. New very very very naughty tricks.

Pushka has been relegated to an extra, less honoured than even sheep.

Another fostering meeting this morning, and then a lovely walk on the fells with Pushka. Inspired by a recent conversation I went looking for Howes Well. I found the cist (in this context a natural spring) but no evidence at all of the low stone circle that is supposed to surround it. Thoroughly underwhelming, but grand to be out.
Then some horrid blood tests (yep, surgery did not help ne get over the dislike of needles) and home to some admin. Whilst Pushka wandered the garden as is her want.

Now we've lived in this house 7 years. Half of Pushka's life. She has never ever been allowed out of the gate on her own, in fact she'll happily stand by the open gate and watch you come and go (the gate is of course closed 99.9% of the time).
Well tonight when Mrs IttH came home in the total dark Pushka decided to bolt through the open gate, frankly at a speed we didn't think she had in her anymore, and then she went trotting off, ignoring all of our increasingly loud shouts. Down the middle of the pitch black road into the village she went. Old, deaf, determined and very very naughty.
Often cars race through here far far too fast, but tonight a neighbour realised what was going on and pulled his car (& headlights) alongside us to slow the traffic. After a hair raising quarter of a mile we caught a very naughty old dog!