I think the following tale of our walk with the dogs is a Dastardly Dog story!<\/p>\n
Emma and I take Mutley, Spike, Dooley and Harley up the field
\ntoday, leaving the new dogs that arrived today to settle in.<\/p>\n
We leave Mutley in the car whilst we walk the others planning to come
\nback for him later (he and Rocco aren’t getting on too well)<\/p>\n
All is going well the rain has stopped and the sun is out, that is
\nuntil we reach the river.<\/p>\n
Spike and Dooley launch themselves in
\nobviously not realising that after recent rainfall the river is
\nflowing at a 100 mph.<\/p>\n
Rocco who is usually first in the river is much more suss as he has looked at it and thought “No way Hosea”<\/p>\n
They refuse to come out and are last seen at this point not actually swimming but
\nflowing backwards whilst barely holding their own.<\/p>\n
Total panic!!<\/p>\n
I race back down the field and realise that i need to get into the next field
\nto get to them.<\/p>\n
So I climb up onto the fence, hop over and land in a ditch up to my knees.<\/p>\n
Fight my way through nettles from hell that are chest high,
\nrun down to the riverbank and can hear frightened squeals coming from
\nthe river.<\/p>\n
I realise that I may have to go in so throw my mobile down
\nand rush to the bank.<\/p>\n
Harley and Rocco are behind me (don’t have any
\nidea how they managed to get in after me as the fence was high)<\/p>\n
Emma is close on my heels.
\nDooley and Spike are still swimming backwards and I call to them to
\nencourage them to swim towards me.<\/p>\n
Dooley does and I pull him out but Spike doesn’t,<\/p>\n
so I run further down and yell at him to come several times.<\/p>\n
The little bugger then leisurely swims to me and pulls himself
\nout.
\nEmma also landed in the ditch and her wellies are squelching with each
\nstep.<\/p>\n
Then we realise that we have to get out and are surrounded by
\nnettles, we don’t fancy the ditch again as I have seen leeches in the
\nmud before.<\/p>\n
So our only course of action is to battle our way round
\nthe riverbank through the nettles to get out.<\/p>\n
Off we go with the dogs following, after half an hour we reach a fairly clear bit and realise
\nthat Dooley and Spike have gone back in the river, this time luckily by
\nthe reeds.<\/p>\n
We get them out and Spike disappears.
\nNo amount of calling brings him back so back I go the way we have come
\nonly to find the rascal has given up on the nettles and gone back to
\nthe field, refusing to go any further.<\/p>\n
You can imagine by this time I am thinking<\/p>\n
“Your on your own mate either follow me or stay there!”<\/p>\n
I get back to where Emma and the other dogs are and continue to fight our
\nway through to a piece of fence that doesn’t have 6 foot nettles on
\nthe other side tunnel our way under the barbed wire and finally get
\nout. Of course Spike appears too.<\/p>\n
Back to the car put Rocco in and bring Mutley out,<\/p>\n
head back to the riverbank to get the lead I left there.<\/p>\n
What does Dooley do but launch himself in again and off he goes having swum out to the middle.<\/p>\n
NOT AGAIN PLEASE!!<\/p>\n
Emma holds the dogs I battle my way back through the
\nnettles into the next field run to the river just as he hauls himself
\nback out.
\nEmma and I are soaking, covered in mud and our hands and legs are
\nthrobbing from the nettle stings, what are the dogs doing ?<\/p>\n
Chasing each other round the field without a care in the world<\/p>\n
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