Black sheep of the family

Started the day with a higher adrenaline rush than was entirely necessary when madam decided she would go swimming in the River Thames at a point she could get in but not out. Didn't faze her in the slightest as there were plenty of ducks to chase. Eventually found a beachy bit and persuaded her to a) swim along to it and b) to get out. Which was a relief for so many reasons and not least as, when she was at the deepest part of the river, I had been mentally calculating the size of the donation we would have had to make to the Coastguards following her rescue. And then of course despite wanting to throttle her, I have taken onboard all my dog training and used my singy-songy voice and gave her treats for coming back to me. Pah.

I am hoping if she continues with the rebellious teenager of the house nonsense it will mean there won't be room for any more...

I'm also hoping the rest of the day will be a little calmer. My friend commended me for my calmness, however I'm sure if I had measured my heart rate at that point it would have told a different story.

Anyway, here is the soaking pup, post swim, with her washed up souvenir. She had a ball. I had a coffee.

Lesley x