Flynn my border collie, had a really narrow sqeak today. Arrived at the garden I am working in and off he flies after the rabbits. I go and have a look at the work to do and we usually meet up again at coffee break. He usually appears at the rustle of a biscuit packet but today I thought he was still busy with the rabbits. I gave the usual whistle and heard a faint bark so I went in the general direction of the bark only to find he had fallen in the swimming pool and was totally exhausted with trying to get out. I grabbed his collar and yanked him out, wizzed him into the greenhouse, put the heater on high and towelled him down. A big bowl of warm milk and he stopped shivering and huddled down by the heater to rest.
I dread to think what would have happened if I had not found him then. He is alright now, spotlessly clean and on sentry duty in front of the oven licking his lips and staring in the glass door at the meat cooking inside.
I think he might have a couple of slices tonight.
