This standoff turned into a farce.

Out walking with T, we passed through the Mayor's territory. The three dogs barked at each other, and looked set to leave it at that, when the bitch went for T (crazy, when you consider how much bigger and fiercer he is). We got them apart with no blood shed.

The bitch then seemed to fall in love. Everywhere Taillaut went, she was set to go. She wanted to do everything he wanted to do. He leapt ditches way too big for the little dogs. The bitch jumped them too. Poor lampshade-head blindly followed. Whatever T sniffed, the bitch sniffed. Lampshade-head went through the motions. T's wild run across the field lost even the bitch for a few minutes. And lampshade-head was left standing, perplexed. They found us again a few minutes later, the bitch determined to be wherever T was, lampshade-head shuffling along behind, indifferent to his charms.

The Lady H shooed them away home every 300 yds. To no avail. Finally the handsome farmer's son came by and between us we loaded the two dogs unwillingly onto his tractor for him to take them the 3km home. T trotted back with us relieved to be rid of them.