The otterhound and the curse of the seven retrievers
It looked like the rain had stopped so Jake & I went up Blackford Hill. Every dog we met was a golden retriever, all seven of them, out with different people. And indeed this was a bad omen, as when we were exactly as far as we could be from the car park, round the exposed side of the hill, the rain turned on again, monster drops so big they were white. Jake tried a brief spell at dachshund level, then tried to hide between my legs - pointless, they were as wet as he was. By this time he looked like an otter and I was soaked through. I fed him pity-biscuits. Then he threw himself into the experience and took off like a loony, racing around like he was on a track, tearing through the long wet grass (as high as he is) and obviously getting off on the sensation.
After I'd driven us home, the car seat was soaking from my sodden jeans. We are now both very sleepy on the sofa.
It looked like the rain had stopped so Jake & I went up Blackford Hill. Every dog we met was a golden retriever, all seven of them, out with different people. And indeed this was a bad omen, as when we were exactly as far as we could be from the car park, round the exposed side of the hill, the rain turned on again, monster drops so big they were white. Jake tried a brief spell at dachshund level, then tried to hide between my legs - pointless, they were as wet as he was. By this time he looked like an otter and I was soaked through. I fed him pity-biscuits. Then he threw himself into the experience and took off like a loony, racing around like he was on a track, tearing through the long wet grass (as high as he is) and obviously getting off on the sensation.
After I'd driven us home, the car seat was soaking from my sodden jeans. We are now both very sleepy on the sofa.
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