Hot Dog sizzles

It’s been another scorcher, and the rain fell everywhere else but here again today.
The conservatory has been worse than an oven so out-of-bounds for most of the day.
Just before midday, we decided to go out and find somewhere cool to walk the dog.
There are no long woodland walks nearby so it was a definite car ride, and the heat expelled out of the car when we opened the door robbed me of breath!

I was driving, and Hubby gave me directions, so it was a bit of a magical mystery tour.
We found a rather nice (and popular) pub which overlooked a stretch of the River Severn, so decided to stop and encourage Maggie to swim.
I’ve said many times that she had never made any attempt whatsoever to jump in the marina or the River Avon on our travels, despite the heat of the day, yet when we’ve gone down to Hamworthy, she’s in the water like a shot, as these pictures prove!

We walked down to the river’s edge and encouraged her to get her feet wet.
You could almost see the bliss on her face when she stood up to her ankles in the cool, if slightly muddy, water.
Hubby found a small stick and threw it just over her head as we were aware that the river bed ‘shelved’ quite quickly. She was soon swimming away contentedly, bringing the stick proudly back to us to look at, but not touch!

Not wishing to overtire or chill her, we returned to the car, she carrying her new ‘friend’.
I could imagine this going through her mind:

This is my stick.
There are many sticks like it, but this one is mine.
Without me, my stick is nothing, just as I am nothing without my stick.
My stick will see me through my journey, and will give me comfort.
My stick is my best friend, and I am my stick’s best friend.
It will stay with me on the back seat, and I will guard it.
You cannot take my stick.
It is mine and mine alone.
This is not Maggie, neither is this her stick, but you get the idea

We gave her a drink of water, then returned home, doing a little bit of shopping on the way.  Hubby rinsed her down with the hose in the back garden then gave her a thorough drying off with a towel. She’s slept most of the afternoon.
The water has revived her considerably, and even better, there is some serious air movement and temperatures are dropping.

All being well then we should have a decent night’s sleep tonight.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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5 Responses to Hot Dog sizzles

  1. Maybe she needs a kiddie pool! 🙂

  2. Rowena says:

    Maggie is beautiful and clearly does well in the water. Bilbo rarely went swimming but Lady loves it. She usually goes for a swim just before we’re back at the car and inevitably rolls in dry sand, looking like a schnitzel. Bilbo never really liked swimming but he ultimately would go in to retrieve his ball and get his paws wet. Much to our surprise, he even went in for the odd swim. He also accidentally fell in my parents’ pool chasing his tennis ball. He got a cruel shock. As dreadful as it sounds, we laughed. It was hilarious, even though we did feel for him. He was such a beautiful boy!
    xx Rowena

    • In the late 1970s, my sister’s dog, a golden retriever, was so intent guarding the new baby as they walked along, she walked straight off the path into the lake in Poole Park!

      • Rowena says:

        That’s so funny. Sounds like she would not have made it as a Guide Dog pup. A friend of mine was looking after a Guide dog pup and they were concern she wasn’t going to make it and become a companion dog instead. However, she’s scraped through so far. Perhaps, they were running low on recuits.

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