On Saturday, Ruby and I were bundled into the back of the car and driven to our new favourite haunt - some big woods not so far from where we live. We love chasing the squirrels and we can run for miles in and out of all the trees. This week, it had been chucking it down before we got there, and there were loads of wet, muddy puddles to wallow in and masses of leaves to jump into. We were having a great time until Mr S decided to run up a bank and hide behind a big tree - we obviously sniffed him out in a nano second and ran back down the slope, when he came tumbling down behind us letting out a blood curdling yell - silly dope hadn't factored in having only two legs, with less balance, so had stumbled on a hidden log and sprained his ankle! doh!
He gamely hopped round the rest of the trail (apparently just as far back to the car as carrying on, and Mrs S wasn't about to give him a piggy back) but it put him out of action for the rest of the weekend - when will these humans learn - four paws good, two legs bad!!!
Anyway, things got decidedly worse when we got home as we both had to have a dreaded bath - something about stinking to high heaven, wherever that is. Clean, wet and smelling really really iffy, we spent the rest of the weekend confined to house and garden to keep us out of trouble.
Tonight is my 'exam' at dog training - I can't wait to see Mrs S's face when I 'forget' all we've learned this course....
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