A couple of weeks ago a colleague emailed saying she couldn't come in as Bertie had been injured in an accident with a bike.
I meant to ask her about the circumstances and expected to get some anecdote of careless cycling. I forgot about it and then today I did remember, and said, "How's your boyfriend after the accident with the bike?"
"Not my boyfriend, my dog," she said. "I wouldn't have cared if it had been my boyfriend. Bertie is the light of my life."
Gary the boyfriend was walking Bertie the dog down Dublin Street. Bertie was off his lead, Gary was encouraging him to run and he ran under the wheels of a bike and got wound up in the chain. Very bruised but no bones broken.
"And the cyclist?" I said, returning to the real victim in this incident.
"He was very nice about it. An older gentleman. He didn't topple over."
So they now keep the dog on the lead and Gary has been well scolded.