I wa sitting in my garden enjoying a beer after a tiring bout of weeding when a woman with a small dog walked past. Her dog couldn't see Fraser, but obviously smelled him ss he began to growland bark aggressively. Fraser had been relaxing on the grass but got up and began to bark. I grabbed him by the collar to prevent him from racing along the fence in full battle roar. He twisted in n my hand and my thumb was caught tightly in his collar. I tried to get my humb out but it was caught fast and the collar was wound very tighly around Fraser's throat. Luckily he didn't panic though to tell the truth, I could feel panic rising in my chest as I struggled to free him. Just as I was beginning to wonder if I was somehow going to have to get him into the house to cut him free and how much time did I have before his oxygen was cut off, he put his front legs on my thigh, bringing him close and I was able to reach the clasp and loosen the collar. What a close thing! From a lovely sunny day to an emergency. If he had panicked and started to struggle and bite in fear I might not have able to find the clasp and release him, quite apart from the danger of being attached to a panicked dog. The more I think about it, the scarier it seems. But luck was with us and he's happily agitating to be taken out for a walk. (Typing on a touch keyboard so might not have caught all the typos.)
