I Wielded the Golf Club Like an Axe

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My dog nearly got savaged yesterday. An out-of-control bull terrier almost ripped my tender Bedlington-Whippet to shreds. Only a diving tackle by my husband prevented bloodshed. Shen was unharmed, and Roger escaped with a nasty graze, which necessitated a medicinal pint or four and the elevation of his feet in front of the TV. For the rest of the day.

Meanwhile, I worried about how emergency services, or the vet, would have navigated their way to him had things ended differently. He had been alone in the middle of a vast nature reserve and would have been tricky to locate. I hatched a plan. Roger doesn’t like it if I give him advice, so I have to make sure I have got him surrounded. Or in an open space where he knows I can outrun him.

And so it was that today, I walked with him to Bedelands Nature Reserve. Don’t worry. I armed myself with a golf club just in case the errant bully dog was still on the prowl. I had to reassure Roger that I would not use it like a golf club in the event of trouble. He’s seen me perform my fair share of air shots. No, no: I was going to wield it like an axe. He was not reassured.

I decided it was time to unleash my plan (pun intended) and have another go at getting him to embrace the App: what3words. Have you discovered it yet? It…