He loved it – raced into the next door neighbour’s garden (naturally), climbed a tree, got stuck, scrambled back down again, chased birds and is now back inside, cock of the walk, going completely mental and panting.
I, on the other hand, am having a lie down in a darkened room with a cold compress and won’t be letting him out again until next year. He was oblivious to the sudden burst of the neighbour’s chain saw, the oil delivery lorry’s reversing beep. My blood pressure rocketed.
I preferred it when he ran and hid under the stairs.