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Off On Me Jollies Tomorrow....
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.... to Woolacombe. Woo hoo! However, I heard they have the dearest car park in the UK - £10 per hour1 Sheesh! Must give that a miss. Back in a fortnight. Byeeeeee!
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I wonder how many holiday makers opt for the pub rather than the walk to the beach :)
Many years ago we were in that area and decided to walk the German Shepherd over Braunton Burrows to Saunton Sands. It was a hard walk for us (the dog had a lovely time) and the tide was well out. As we got to the water's edge the weather turned and the rain came down in torrents. We got back to the car park, eventually, and I took off my wellies to pour out the rain water.
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I wonder how many holiday makers opt for the pub rather than the walk to the beach :)
Many years ago we were in that area and decided to walk the German Shepherd over Braunton Burrows to Saunton Sands. It was a hard walk for us (the dog had a lovely time) and the tide was well out. As we got to the water's edge the weather turned and the rain came down in torrents. We got back to the car park, eventually, and I took off my wellies to pour out the rain water.
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I have always loved the smell of a wet dog, reminds me of great walks we had, rain, sea or river.
My friend's elderly mother came to visit her one time and we went for a riverside walk - a real mix of dog breeds and all bar one got in the river for a swim on a warm day. The old lady sighed saying her dog didn't swim. I rolled up my trouser legs, picked up the dog and gently waded in from the river bank, carefully holding the dog until her belly was in the water. I let go and she paddled back to her owner like the clappers. The old lady asked me to do it again and to her delight the dog repeated its newly learned sport. Years later the lady died and I adopted that dog. She was a small, one-eyed Yorkshire Terrier, bless her.
My friend's elderly mother came to visit her one time and we went for a riverside walk - a real mix of dog breeds and all bar one got in the river for a swim on a warm day. The old lady sighed saying her dog didn't swim. I rolled up my trouser legs, picked up the dog and gently waded in from the river bank, carefully holding the dog until her belly was in the water. I let go and she paddled back to her owner like the clappers. The old lady asked me to do it again and to her delight the dog repeated its newly learned sport. Years later the lady died and I adopted that dog. She was a small, one-eyed Yorkshire Terrier, bless her.
My puppy (in 1980) loved the water and getting baths. My rescue dog (1992) was scared of everything, his one encounter with water was by accident - he was in hot pursuit of a bird. (A huge flaming Swan). He wasn't in the water long as the swan turned to attack him and he came running back to hide behind me. The Swan came right up to me - I was scared and the stupid mutt was bravely barking at it from behind my legs.
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