I am walking my (long dead) Jack Russell, Dilwyn, along a country lane. In the distance I see two terrifying black dogs rushing towards us. I run into the porch of a house calling to Tor to get in quickly. I close the glass panelled outer door behind me knocking on the main front door. Tor Tor hurry up. As she approaches I can see the dogs through the mottled glass. "Open up,"she laughs, "look." Behind her are two soppy black spaniels.