Let me explain..........where we walk on the beach the sand is sometimes uneven meaning that depending on where the tide is there are little channels of water separated from the (big) sea by sandbanks.
The dogs were playing on one of these sandbanks when a wave came over it filling the channel up very quickly. The sea was calm today and these channels are not deep BUT Gabbi hates to get wet and started to stress out thinking she was stuck.......she wouldn't come off the sandbank despite mine and the other dogs' best efforts to persuade her!
Rosie, who was clearly upset by this absence of brains in her housemate ran backwards and forwards through the water demonstrating how shallow it was and egging Gabbi on to follow her but our Gabs was having none of it! They couldn't be more different in this respect, Rosie loves the water and you could see the way her mind was working, leading Gabbi to the shallowest bit and trying to get her to follow. She was grabbing her ears and trying to push, pull and bully her into following.
Rosie, soaked waits for Gabbi to grow a brain.
Not the sharpest tool in the shed
It was getting late and foggy and I had to get home for Liam so I decided to step in and assist with the rescue operation..........I made the tough decision to walk to the sandbar myself........intrepid and brave adventurer that I am! The tide was coming in quickly and though the channel didn't come all the way to the rim of my wellies there were now little waves in it which would have soaked my feet. Dilemma. I timed it very carefully to make a run for it in between the waves, snap a lead on her and make her walk back through, which she was not at all happy about, the twerp!
Some sheep in a pea-souper on the way home.
We had pea soup for tea tonight, I made it last night. True story.