I saw Orla

We went out for our third walkies for the day. Lynettea checked and it was only 9°C, which is cold.
 I took her down to look at the rubbish stacked at the side of the house a couple of houses from us. They have put out a big piece of carpet with children's type designs on it.
I checked it out by sniffing (the usual procedure) as you would know. Then we went in the opposite direction and checked out a little hedge that a number of creatures had tugged, pulling some branches out.
Lynettea looked at the carpet, but wasn't interested in the hedge. I despair of her. She didn't want to crouch down and sniff.
Then I heard a noise and Orla, the dog next door, came out with her parents. I could see she was struggling to get them on the lead. Her father even told her to keep still, in a sharp voice, as he was so clumsy he couldn't buckle on the strap. I have the same trouble with Lynettea sometimes.
When they set off my way I went behind the fence. Orla is a bit too boisterous for me.