In which Polly discovered that she can't swim...

After a very wet and thundery start to the day it turned out nice, as they say. So nice in fact that Son2 honoured me with his presence when I took the dogs to Petworth Park this afternoon. We had a very pleasant wander down to and round the lake which would have been idyllic were it not for the vast quantities of goose poo. There are a lot of geese currently hanging around the lake, both Canadian and Egyptian. In her excitement at seeing a gaggle of the latter type, Polly jumped in the lake, mistaking it for a puddle, and on discovering that she couldn't swim held on to the side for dear life until I got over to pull her out. She came out much cleaner than when she went in but, true to form, by the end of the walk she had been through several patches of mud and was in need of a bath :/

Looks better large