"Jaysus, will ya feck off," Allan said, scrambling to his feet to get away from the animal. Dogs were fine as long as they were well behaved and mannerly dogs. This was neither and he looked around for an owner.
Sibyl wasn't hard to spot and he said, "Is this yours?" nodding to the dog. "Ah - no - it must be this you're after." He offered her the ball of wool.