Woof woof bleed bleed

Great excitement here this morning when I looked out of the window to see a bleeding dog on our side of the fence. And I really do mean a bleeding dog (not a @#$%^ ! dog).

By the time the SPCA were on their way it had jumped the fence (with me in careful pursuit, holding Orla, the phone, and my cup of tea).

To cut the long story short, the neighbour managed to get a lead on it and read its tags - I telephoned the owner who duly retrieved it (shortly before the SPCA arrived!).

All that is left of the flurry of activity are a few dried drops of blood on the steps by the gate.