As we went under the motorway bridge, I saw a man peering at us from behind a pillar. Not being in the mood to chat, I walked on. Then he appeared at the other side of the pillar, still looking intently at us. Then he stepped forward.
“Excuse me,” he said, “what is that?” Overjoyed to find Lola is a Patterdale cross, he immediately launched into the story of his own Patterdale, which he has had two years now, from a pup, and which he is only just beginning to get anywhere with.
I knew the Angels had sent him and his delightful redhaired wife, since this was exactly what I needed to hear! And I had only had Lola four months, and from a bad background. So I was not doing as badly as I thought.
It got better. We exchanged numbers, they are on a boat at Burnley, and promise to bring their Patterdale (appropriately named Scamp in a flash of intuition, before they knew what a trouble he would be) to meet Lola and help her socialise.
I do believe in Angels!