Walked around a corner in the woods this morning and came across a very large, very pissed off dog fox. He looked quite old and battle scarred, and was well up for a scrap. Jas shot forward eager to oblige and I had visions of hideous vet bills, but tried to recall via whistle anyway. Well. He only bloody came back
I'm not sure who was more surprised tbh, but it gave Foxy a chance to leg it without having to murderise any stupid spaniels, so I am exceedingly glad. I suppose the moral of the story is.....keep working on that recall