The two pups were now six months old.
A couple of friends were visiting from England for two weeks over Easter. The wife, Gina, was a horse person, so I seized this opportunity for help backing my three-year-old horse. She and I had done a great job during the past week, and my horse was calmly getting used to carrying a rider.
At midday on Easter Sunday, we were about to sit down and enjoy a well-deserved roast pork and potatoes with all the trimmings. But I needed one last thing from the fridge, which was in a small room off the kitchen that led to the back garden.
While I was rummaging through the appliance, a high-pitched squeal pierced the air and I rushed to the window. Outside I saw Ruggles’ jaws wrapped round Scamp’s neck.
No! Why had the Border Collie suddenly attacked his bro
