There is a particular kind of person who, on finding something broken, does not ring anyone. They just get on with it. A loose fence panel, a wonky gate, a child's shoelace that has somehow become a structural issue: they are already halfway to the shed for the right size of cable tie before you've finished saying "that doesn't look safe". I know this person. I married into this person. So I had a lot of sympathy for the Swindon dog owner at the centre of this story, right up until the point where her dog nearly got hit by a car.