We went for a canal boat trip the other day. I’m on the front with the kids and the dog, constantly worrying that one or the other would fall in….not the calm, sedate passage I had hoped for.
We’re putt, putt, putting along when the hormonal one notices a whole herd of rabbits, must have
We’re putt, putt, putting along when the hormonal one notices a whole herd of rabbits, must have
been 50, at least, happily nibbling away.
Ralph's ears go up, I’m sure I heard him ruff ‘rabbits’…and, then, to all our surprise, he takes flight…..he’s gone for it….50 rabbits is just tooooo good an opportunity to let sidle past at 4mph.
You could totally see the instant regret up to the tips of his ears when he became submerged in the murky water. He’d forgotten he doesn’t like water. Maybe he thought he could have made it with one flying leap, like a superhero….who knows….but, he didn’t…he sank, then started to paddle furiously toward the bank the other side of the canal. 'Ralph, nooooooo', we all chorused. ’This way’!! His ears swivelled round like a kind of soggy, hairy periscope, and he spun round, paddling the other way.
We all dashed to the back of the boat, it felt a little like Pooh Sticks and, luckily, he had his harness on and we were able to hook him out as he floated by, perilously close to the prop. 2 minutes later, he was wrapped up in a towel and quivering a little.
Stoopid dawg.
Ralph's ears go up, I’m sure I heard him ruff ‘rabbits’…and, then, to all our surprise, he takes flight…..he’s gone for it….50 rabbits is just tooooo good an opportunity to let sidle past at 4mph.
You could totally see the instant regret up to the tips of his ears when he became submerged in the murky water. He’d forgotten he doesn’t like water. Maybe he thought he could have made it with one flying leap, like a superhero….who knows….but, he didn’t…he sank, then started to paddle furiously toward the bank the other side of the canal. 'Ralph, nooooooo', we all chorused. ’This way’!! His ears swivelled round like a kind of soggy, hairy periscope, and he spun round, paddling the other way.
We all dashed to the back of the boat, it felt a little like Pooh Sticks and, luckily, he had his harness on and we were able to hook him out as he floated by, perilously close to the prop. 2 minutes later, he was wrapped up in a towel and quivering a little.
Stoopid dawg.