Day 42 back to base.
The rain has gone, the sun is shining, and I did take my bearded one for his early morning walk around the water park here at Fradley. It is indeed a lovely facility, lots of squirrels but I haven’t quite got one yet. I have given up on the ducks, they definitely cheat, not only can they swim ( they seem to know that I don’t like the water) but they can run, flap about, jump and stay in the air- extraordinary.
Today we are certainly on our last lap, just four locks and as many miles from King’s Bromley where my long kennel stays when I go to Spain. I will be very sad to leave, I have had a lovely time with lots of nice friends visiting me and lots of my kind that I have met, although they mostly spoke English we got on just fine.
Anyway, today we have another friend calling for this last little cruise. My bearded one’s son- in-law’s father, John Ward who lives not far away, he joined us just after 10:00 am and after a coffee and a bit of shopping, we set off.
It was at our second lock, with just two locks to go – disaster happened.
I met a very nice young energetic dog mostly from the Jack Russell family and we got on well, we started to play and the game developed into a game of chase. All was going very well and then…… I was running across the grass and tried to take a short cut onto the bridge that went over the lock exit and when I arrived at my intended landing point there was a barrier that had apparently been placed there recently for “elf and safety” reasons, but at my height it stopped my forward passage abruptly. I had no chance of landing safely, I hit this barrier and tumbled off over the edge from a point about 15 feet above the canal, head over heels, all my four legs were scrabbling trying to save me but to no avail. At this very moment, a kennel like mine was exiting the lock (my kennel was waiting to go in) and I fell for about 10 feet before hitting it’s pointed end deck with a mighty thump and I promptly bounced off and fell a further 5 feet into the water right in front of the advancing kennel. This was going very slowly and managed to avoid me and stop. When I surfaced, I instinctively started swimming although I hurt like hell, I got to the side and a kind man hauled me out onto the grass bank. I was so frightened. My owners were also frightened, they really thought this was the end. I did too.
It is a happy ending, after I was carefully examined by my owners and lots of other caring humans. It was considered that nothing was broken and there was no serious damage, I was likely to be bruised and to feel a little sorry for myself for a while. I was given some treats and went to bed for a little rest after a gentle rub down with a towel – one of my favourite things. I don’t think I will be chasing anything for a while.
We are back at King’s Bromley but I haven’t quite finished my diary, I will let you know how I feel tomorrow.
My one photo today is the bridge I fell off. It is in the background. My bearded one took this picture of our friend John just before my accident happened. Notice the boards at the base of the bridge sides – these are new additions!
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