Puddle duck…er, dog

Since I was a tiny puppy I’ve not been able to resist a puddle.  I would sit in them on the beach to cool off after a romp and I’ve been attracted to them ever since.

I get called bad names if they’re muddy but it’s so refreshing after you’ve been running around.  This one didn’t attract too much criticism from my mum cos it was clean rainwater.  If I go in a muddy one I get sluiced with the hosepipe back home and I don’t like that, even if I get wrapped in my surf dog robe afterwards.

A friend once tried to wash me down after a particularly mucky paddle and my mum was in hoots of laughter, said he hadn’t a clue, that you should hold the dog not chase after him…  The yard had the best wash that day!

The best day of my life

This may just be the best day in my entire life.

Breakfast al fresco then a l-o-n-g walk on the waggonway, rooting about in the undergrowth, berries bursting out all over, a romp in a wheat field, cooling off in a muddy puddle – then, a complete surprise, proper Sunday lunch in the pub.  Oh, it was bliss.  I am such a lucky dog.

We were out for more than three hours in glorious sunshine and when I got home I was bushed; all I needed was sleep.  Complete contrast to yesterday when it rained all day and we were tucked indoors, lights blazing, after a brief foray.  Both of us were dripping wet and I was banished to my bed with my Surf Dog robe until I dried out enough to be allowed on carpet.

After the puddle my mum threatened she would hose me down when we got home but it was so warm, and such a long time before we got back to the house, that I had dried out completely, the mud had turned to dust and fallen off.

The pub was wonderful.  Mum was asked ‘would I like beef?’  Would I like beef???  I’ll say, and they brought me a great big dishfull alongside my water bowl.  Mmm, delicious.

Wonder if we will go to the pub for lunch next Sunday?

Lunches at The Fat Ox, Whitley Bay.

Doggy heaven

 

There’s lots of things I enjoy in my life – in fact, I’m very easy to please – but absolute doggy heaven is a muddy puddle, especially when I’ve been running around and need to cool off.

The other day I found one on a walk around the playing fields near our house.  It had rained overnight so it was quite deep in the middle and I had a wonderful romp, splashing in and out until I was mucky almost up to my shoulders.

In the heat – or should I say cool? – of the moment, I chose to ignore my mum’s warning that I would be washed down with cold water from the hose once we got back home.  (That’s one of my hates…)  It was so delicious, I couldn’t stop.  Bet she’d feel the same if she were a dog.

 

 

Another go!

 

 

 

 

And a good shake.

 

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