Big deal, right? Wrong. This is a HUGE deal.
My first dog, the great dane, is not a swimmer. She's too fastidious to even get her feet wet. She's always clean, dry and ready to hop in the car or up on the couch for a cuddle. The hound however, is the water kind of dog. He is driven by his need to get wet and dirty. If there is a puddle, he is in it. Rolling gleefully in two inches of oily street water is his idea of a great afternoon. He finds water in places there isn't any water. I live in a desert for heaven's sake! Still, he comes home dripping wet and muddy the likes of which I've never seen before.
He nearly killed himself twice yesterday by careening into a river at full flood for a quick dip. Both incidents found me, laying on my belly on a crumbling bank, reaching wildly for any hand hold on a wriggling, drowning dog. After what seemed like hours, and in both cases was probably about 15 seconds, I managed to haul poor George-Michael up to safety only to have him shake , roll and head back in for more. He's exhausting.
Thief.
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Thinking of you.
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