This week’s blog might have a funny title, but it’s not really funny at all. Well it certainly wasn’t yesterday. I think most people (everyone) would say that I’m a fairly over-bearing puppy owner. It is my first puppy after all and his happiness, safety, wellbeing and all that good stuff is my responsibility. That’s why what happened yesterday was all the worse. I felt like a parent must when they take their eye off their child for a split second and something terrible ‘could’ have happened.
Being the gloriously sunny (yet still FREEZING) day it was yesterday, I took George along to Victoria Park for a play date with two friends and their dogs – Blue and Doogie. Now I have only let George off the lead on a few occassions, when I feel that he can’t get himself into too much trouble. The park wasn’t too busy and he always stays close by, plus he was having a lovely frolic around with the other two dogs. The three of them were like a little posse – one elegant Whippet with a look of constant suprise on his face, one dashing little Dachshund with a sweater on and George – the baby of the group.
It all got off to a wonderful start as they played and chased and generally had a rip roaring time. As we made our way back around the pond, I joked to my friend that we should see if George could swim. ‘Do you think he can?’ she said to me. ‘I doubt it!’ I replied, thinking that Yorkshire Terriers are unlikely to be the strongest of paddlers.
At that moment, I realised only Blue and Doogie were in front of us and that George has disappeared. As I turned around, I saw a man standing at the edge of the pond with a dog at his feet. Strangely though it didn’t look like George – it seemed much smaller and thinner. The man was looking around for the dog’s owner and it then dawned on me that it was indeed George – a very wet, cold and scrawny George.
I bolted towards them and the man shouted to me: “He fell in! I just pulled him out!!’ In a total state of panic, I grabbed George who was freezing cold, soaked through and covered in swamp filth. I ran to the car and wrapped him in a towel. Shocked and wondering what on earth had just happened to him, the poor little guy shook for about two hours.
I’m pleased to say that George is back to his normal cheeky self today, and snoozing peacefully under my desk as I type this, but it was certainly a major shock for both of us. All I could think was, what if that man hadn’t seen him fall in and he sunk without a sound. What if I had been searching frantically for him while he was drowning. I feel like crying just thinking about it.
Rest assured that this curious little puppy won’t be let out of my sight, not even for a second next time we’re in the park. He might also think twice before sticking his over-curious beak into the water!
Have you had a scare with your puppy?
Do you think George would have swum if he had to?