Scamp was never originally a jumping dog. However, one day Holly and Eleanor set him to work jumping over a stick to see how high he could jump. I think maybe Eleanor had in the back of her mind the Country Fair we once went to where she saw dogs racing over jumps.
As the jumps got higher I was called in to hold the washing line pole over my knee while the girls concentrated on their protege.
Their training was obviously too good as the other day a neighbour rang the doorbell to say that Scamp was out in the street chasing cats. When I went to the back garden to see if this was true I found Scamp innocently chasing flies. The whole thing remained a mystery until I saw with my very eyes Scamp hurdling this very high back fence. Mark has put in place a grill to make it higher, although I notice he still attempts to jump this while chasing cats on the ground while they aerially traverse the fence and shed, through sheer force of habit, probably.
That's our car, a racing green Landrover Discovery. It did not look out of place among the country gentry's vehicles at the Fair.