Well we made it across the Chanel without having to wear the muggle, I mean the muzzle!
I have been practicing my swimming since but definitely not when the Boss is fishing. Here you can see I have been in for a wee dip but the Boss has now brought out his sticks and boxes of worms and maggots which he reliably informs me are not for eating – except for the fish. I keep a close eye on him in case some bread appears from his box of tricks or better still some dog biscuits although we have a running argument regarding whether this is fish food or dog food. He insists that if it is at the lake it is fish food. He also has an elastic launcher which he fills with ‘fish’ food and propels it across the water. I saw him do this and thought it was a new game to test my retrieving abilities and launched myself into the water to catch the arc of food floating on top. After doggy paddling around for ten minutes with my mouth open like a hoover I was persuaded to come out and sit on the bank whereby he explained that I should not chase the biscuits when they were in the water as they had now become ‘fish food’. I have heard of magic but that was ridiculous and along the lines of when the Mrs arrives from upstairs to go out with the Boss dressed in yet another new outfit only to tell the Boss she has had it for ages and found it in the back of the wardrobe. He didn’t believe her and I don’t believe him. Dog biscuits are dog biscuits, my nose does not deceive me and fish should stick to worms and maggots! It’s a dog’s life but someone has to live it.