'Come back, Rattus Norvegicus,' cried its benighted human, valiantly attempting to hold the force of the lunge.
(Actually, it wasn’t called Rattus Norvegicus. I didn’t catch what it was called, but Rattus Norvegicus seemed wholly appropriate.)
Meanwhile, the spaniel made a deft skip to the left which would have done justice to Phil Bennett in his heyday. (He’s a legendary Welsh rugby player noted for having a mercurial side-step.)
As the two dogs (and their humans) walked of in opposite directions, they both looked back. The spaniel’s eyes said:
What was all that about, ya mad bastard?
The something-or-other’s said:
If I hadn’t been stuck on this f****** lead, ya pansy, I’d have bitten your f******* balls off!
Or so it seemed to me.