Sometimes you just have to write things because something cute happened. No significance, nothing of eternal importance, but cute.
We were at Sigrid’s house, and I took Claudia into the back yard because I spend half my life now outside, frequently in the rain, waiting for the puppy to piddle.
I was looking at the sky, or a bird, or something and heard a splash. Turning quickly, I see a little red head swimming for safety, and then a thoroughly bedraggled scrawny dog emerged.
She started shaking herself off as I grabbed for the camera.
Another shake, and I saw this
I yelled at Gail to grab a couple of towels, then brought the poor wet dog into the house and proceeded to dry her off.
I guess it’s good to know that the dog can swim.
Dog stories. Now I’m writing dog stories. How could this happen to me?
Is that dog wearing pearls?
Of course! Like mother, like daughter
Good post. Good pics. Glad to see she’s still adorable!
Love the picture with both of them showing their pearls!
What did the dog swim in?
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Sigrid has a small decorative pond in her yard. Not very big, or deep. I don’t know whether Claudia jumped or fell.
She really looks more pathetic in the pictures than she did at the time 🙂