Ravenwood
Well-Known Member
You won't believe what happened this evening 
After Rosie going missing at the weekend whilst I was away - this happens!
I got home from work about 5ish and I immediately don wellies, coat, hat, whistle, leads etc and the three dogs and me jump in the car to go for a walk - in the pitch black by torch light, just as we do every evening.
When its raining (as it has done pretty much every single day since August) we generally go down to the river and do the circular walk - the same walk I have done thousands of times for the last 16 years!
So, we cross the bridge and Toby jumps off the last step into the river - which was high, rapid and gushing and disappears from view
OMG - I was frantic, I was desperately calling and searching for him with my torch but he had been swept downstream.
I climbed the fence and started running downstream, calling, crying, screaming - suddenly I catch his eyes in the torchlight so I know at that point he is still alive! But just as quick he disappears under again.
At this point I am hysterical, I race back up the field, across the bridge, shove the other two dogs in the car and race back down the other side of the river bank. For 10 minutes (which actually seemed like a lifetime) I am hystercially trying to find him, no sign, calling, whistling, willing him to still be alive.
I know he has joint problems but he is an incredibly strong swimmer but the river was too much for him - at the point of being almost numb, I was about to run back to the hotel (by the river) to ask for help and see if they had some search lights.
But at that moment Toby shows up trotting back down the path towards me, soaked, frightened but so happy to see me - again I cried buckets (thats twice now in two days!)
I rushed him home, the kids and I towelled and rubbed him down, put on his coat and lit the fire.
He seems absolutely fine, has eaten his dinner (no suprise there being a labrador
) but I am guessing he is a bit battered and bruised 
Honestly - I don't think I should be in charge of a dog, it seems to be one epic disaster after another
I have four more days left of work, I am not going to walk them after work anymore - its too dangerous and I have told the children that they are forbidden to walk the dogs near the river whilst we are having this horrendous weather. Then I have 10 days off over the Xmas/NY and after that I am seriously considering getting a dog walker in - not that I can afford it 
If only it would stop raining though - since August (its rained alot before then but the forager was broken, so missed the window for silaging until it was fixed in August hence the weather watch) we have had four consecutive dry days in September, four days in October and ten days in late October/early November - other than that it has rained (hard) every single day! Its just ridiculous and I am really struggling to cope with it
There must be thousands of single people who work full time and cope perfectly well with dogs and animals - why am I finding it such a struggle?
After Rosie going missing at the weekend whilst I was away - this happens!
I got home from work about 5ish and I immediately don wellies, coat, hat, whistle, leads etc and the three dogs and me jump in the car to go for a walk - in the pitch black by torch light, just as we do every evening.
When its raining (as it has done pretty much every single day since August) we generally go down to the river and do the circular walk - the same walk I have done thousands of times for the last 16 years!
So, we cross the bridge and Toby jumps off the last step into the river - which was high, rapid and gushing and disappears from view
OMG - I was frantic, I was desperately calling and searching for him with my torch but he had been swept downstream.
I climbed the fence and started running downstream, calling, crying, screaming - suddenly I catch his eyes in the torchlight so I know at that point he is still alive! But just as quick he disappears under again.
At this point I am hysterical, I race back up the field, across the bridge, shove the other two dogs in the car and race back down the other side of the river bank. For 10 minutes (which actually seemed like a lifetime) I am hystercially trying to find him, no sign, calling, whistling, willing him to still be alive.
I know he has joint problems but he is an incredibly strong swimmer but the river was too much for him - at the point of being almost numb, I was about to run back to the hotel (by the river) to ask for help and see if they had some search lights.
But at that moment Toby shows up trotting back down the path towards me, soaked, frightened but so happy to see me - again I cried buckets (thats twice now in two days!)
I rushed him home, the kids and I towelled and rubbed him down, put on his coat and lit the fire.
He seems absolutely fine, has eaten his dinner (no suprise there being a labrador
Honestly - I don't think I should be in charge of a dog, it seems to be one epic disaster after another
If only it would stop raining though - since August (its rained alot before then but the forager was broken, so missed the window for silaging until it was fixed in August hence the weather watch) we have had four consecutive dry days in September, four days in October and ten days in late October/early November - other than that it has rained (hard) every single day! Its just ridiculous and I am really struggling to cope with it
There must be thousands of single people who work full time and cope perfectly well with dogs and animals - why am I finding it such a struggle?