Yesterday, on that most unseasonally warm and sunny of November days, I was walking my darling Jack Russell, Maud, down Kensington High Street on her lead. We saw a vast dog, ahead, possibly a Cane Corso, on a metal chain lead. And passed it very carefully, giving it a hell of a lot of room. But it spotted Maud, dragged the owner off his feet and brutally attacked her. It was 15 stone, at least. Maud is about 2 stone. I eventually managed to fight off the beast, rolling about on the pavement, and desperately trying to unlock its jaws from her tiny torso. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than 30 seconds. Maud was very, very seriously injured, and has been undergoing very serious surgery. She's still in the emergency vet, but she's a fighter and everything is crossed. Her vital signs are stable, touch wood. Anyway, the point of this horrible story is to say that dangerous dogs like this should always be muzzled. Always. Although I'm a great believer in there being no bad dogs, rather bad owners. Secondly, and really importantly , I want to thank all the lovely people, of every creed and colour, who rushed to help. The old man who hit the dog with his stick as it continued to attack. The kind lady who whistled like a navvy to hail a cab to get me to the emergency vet. The cab drivers who ferried me across town. And The brilliant vet
@villagevetlond Chiswick who saved her life. It may all seem a bit shit at the moment. But there are so many good people out there. The kindness of strangers is immense. Don't believe all the crap about London. It's still the greatest city on earth and I'm so very proud to be a Londoner.