Thistle
Well-Known Member
This morning my husband took Barley (asbo rescue cocker) to our local deserted beach. I've been working very hard on Barley's recall for the last nearly 8 years, it's still hit and miss but this beach is great, cliffs on one side, seas the other, you just need to get the naughty ones back on the lead before you reach the broad/salt water lake at the end. Husband wasn't quick enough, Barley had lulled him into a false sense of security by being a paragon of virtue, Barley took off after the swans, but not being very brave didn't get too close. Apparently he swam up and down for 15 mins, totally ignoring husband who had to strip to his boxers and swim across the lake to retrieve the dog! (We go to this beach every few weeks, nothing like this has ever happened, although we usually have more dogs, not sure we'll ever be able to go there again, he assures me that it was deserted).
Husband assures me that he isn't going to take up wild swimming any time soon.
I haven't stopped laughing yet!
Husband assures me that he isn't going to take up wild swimming any time soon.
I haven't stopped laughing yet!