The Australian Silky Terrier was bred for rat catching, Ruby might have thought she'd come across a very large species of rat?
She spotted them, got their scent and began to give chase, Stupid me! not thinking where we were I said...go!...but straight away when I noticed how much speed she got up and was racing away, disappearing into the scrub, that I shouldn't have said that.
The wind was blowing toward me so she couldn't hear me calling for her to stop. I could see the large mob of Roo's bounding off with her close behind them, then I thought, what if they turn and attack her. As time passed I started to wonder if I would ever see her again, the scrub is so vast, thick with dead wood and full of low bushes that she blended into the earthy colours really quickly.
I didn't show panic on the outside, didn't want to show my new bestie (Anne) that I was about to fall apart, kept it under control until I seen a small brown fluff ball, panting madly, picking her way through the bindys, nettles and burr's. She was gone for what seemed a long time but was probably only about10 minutes. I picked her up and carried her back for a long cool drink and the removal of burr's from her paws and fur. I also lost my jacket that was tied around my waist, somewhere out there too!
A hard lesson learnt, never to say "Go" in the scrub to my little rat chaser.
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