For several days (or is it weeks?) I have avoided the wood in the only way I know how. I sit, I stare at the Boss, she tries to cajole me along, if she goes too far and threatens to drag me, as she has done when I am about to eat something I shouldn’t, I dig my paws in and strain backwards meaning that she gives up for fear of strangling me or injuring herself. Look on Instagram, there are reels and reels of Golden Retrievers doing just this. Were I able to talk on these occasions I would tell her that there is a strange scent in the…