One of the good things about 'Her Indoors' having a week off work is that we get to walk at a more civilised time of day and meet different dogs to the usual dawn crew. Saw a small ginger terrier with two white front paws up the field. 'Her' and junior 'Her' nicknamed him 'socks'; not very original but they do their best, bless them.
I also met the smallest dog in the village. He's a miniature Yorkshire Terrier and I'm not sure of his name, but he's a chirpy little thing, bouncing along on the end of his lead like an animated pom-pom. His owner always reels him in when she sees me. Perhaps she thinks I'll mistake him for a rabbit. As if! I know a terrier when I see one, even if he is very small. Apparently Midge the farm dog made that mistake one day and only a last minute realisation on his part prevented an unfortunate incident. It's not, in fairness, that Midge is stupid, I just think he spends a bit too much time with sheep.