Flan just keeps me laughing and she seems to know when she's doing it too. Today we went for our daily walk....this time up to Clarendon lock...the lock that allows boats to go up the Boyle into Lough Key. It's a nice walk, not terribly long, but pretty along the river. From there I found a rock trail up the bank and over a stile onto a rarely traveled lane. We've walked this before and it comes out at the lake in a very private area. I have to find areas where Flan can just walk without a leash or other dogs around. At the end of the road, there is an area where a couple of boats are kept and a small pier. There is still ice on the lake edges but very thin. Everything you read about Scottys says that they don't like water, don't like to swim, etc. But I think she is going to be the exception. Maybe because it's wet here, there's water everywhere even if only mudpuddles so she can't help but get her dainty paws wet all the time. Anyway, we walked out on the pier which was only about 8 inches above the water and wouldn't you know, she decided to jump down to the reeds in the ice and went right through the ice. She was startled and turned back to the pier, swam under it and I grabbed her collar on the other side and hauled her in. I think this will be the 1st of many of these episodes cause she is such an explorer. All's well. She ran up the pier to the land and just shook herself off. I was laughing and her tail was wagging so I think she knew everything was fine. Her fur is so thick that I'm not sure water gets clear to the skin. We turned and headed home so she could at least get warm. She didn't seem to be any worse for wear. Is in front of the fire as we speak.
Now yesterday, was a different story. She really tried my patience. It reminded me of a lost child that when found you are so glad they are fine, but you are so angry that you want to wallop them!! We were at our derelict church scrounging for more glass (found a whole bunch) and it was time to go. The church is way above the road through a logged off area... Flan hates the car and won't go near it when it's time to go. She knew right away that we were headed to it so she stopped. I decided since it was such a beautiful, sunny day that I'd just out wait her. I put the bag of glass in the car then sat down on a stump to enjoy the sun and scenery. In a bit I noticed a blue car way below on the road, but just figured that someone else was out walking the logged off area. In a bit it left. Well, I was getting tired of waiting for my dog went back to the church...no dog.... I called.... no dog. I went back around it, into it.... everywhere...no dog. And the phone rang.... Well, it seems that Flan had gone past the car when I put the glass in it and kept on going...she'd gone down to the road and was headed west!! I have no idea where she thought she was going because she didn't know where she was... she just wasn't getting in the car. The people who had her were about a mile down the way. I immediately went there and yes, it was the blue car that I'd seen stopped. They saw her in the middle of the road running to beat the band...but she came right to them...It hurts my feelings cause she WON'T come to me if the car is there!! Anyway, it's sure a good thing that she has her tag on... today I just put her leash on, long before the car and actually had to carry her the last good distance cause she wouldn't even walk... I've tried rewarding her, praising her, etc. She just hates the car. I've even let her out of the crate and put her in the way back so that she has more room.... no go...she still hates it!! Oh well, I will prevail.
Photos: I think it is the old turn box for the lock, boats, reeds in ice, puppy in reeds in ice,
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