I've noticed, since he's been back from kennels, that George has developed a peculiar habit. (Yes, another one.)
When we're out walking, he waits for the muddiest, slipperiest bit of path by the river, the bit that takes all my concentration to avoid falling in, before he charges full pelt and leaps up, muddy-pawed, at me. If he hadn't had the operation I'd be convinced he was trying to assert his alpha male dominance but surely he's not supposed to do that now?
Yeah, like he's not supposed to wander any more.
He'd run on a bit ahead so I didn't see him being set upon by another dog. I just heard the squealing and saw him running back to walk casually by my side, carefully keeping me between him and his attacker. The owner of the other dog was most apologetic and must have thought I was an uncaring so-n-so when I said, 'Pah, don't worry about it. He needs to be taught a lesson.'