Moonlight Swim

Those ol' foxes are still creating noise on a nightly basis and about half one or so each night we have to wake Dad and get him to let us out to deal with them. You never KNOW with foxes. So here goes Dad, all bleary eyed chasing us down the stairs and crying "Havoc". We three race off down the garden barging each other to stay in front, and as we dissappear down the steps, Dad can hear the spray of gravel as we pass the big pond, then usually a bark as we squeeze through the wooden arch shoulder to shoulder, turn right next to the chicken run and then left down to the greenhouses.

As we bark Dad often imagines one of us being barged off course and into the pond, but we always re-appear happily a few seconds later, job done

Except last night.....

Haggis didn't come back. No sweat, for a while - one of us is commonly distracted by the needs of a dog, or by things that go bump in the night. But seconds dragged onto minutes, and then 5 minutes. Haggis is usually first back, so Dad's getting a bit concerned at this point. So he grabs a coat and torch and comes looking, only to find Haggis standing in the end of the pond, back end in the depths, only his shoulders out of the water, covered in duckweed and not quite able to spring up out. (There are plenty of excape routes out of the pond, but not that one!)

Dad helps the H out and races for a doggy towel. No harm done - H is dried off very thoroughly before he's allowed anywhere near the bed again.

And Dad..... don't do that back garden thing again in your wax-jacket waistcoat, jocks and wellies - it's not a good look for you - all white legs and knobbly knees. Soooo embarrassing! What if the neighbours had been watching. I'd never be able to show my face in the town again!

Get fresh at the Weekend!

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