My ball on the left.
Me on the right.
Swimming in totally the wrong direction.
I had no idea where the ball had gone.
I was desperate to find it.
Kept swimming to the right.
Mother reckoned I got at least half way to the Isle of Wight.
I was desperate to find my ball.
No amount of mother yelling made me stop.
So mother had to wade in to above her waist to drag me out of the water to stop me behaving like a knob.
Then she had to go back and rescue my ball for me.
Fred has been floofed and poofed at the groomers today. His appointment was originally at 1pm but as soon as his groomer saw how hot it was going to be she contacted us and said she wanted Fred in at 7am so he wouldn't get too hot. BIG SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE THOUGHTFUL GROOMERS OUT THERE. And to Lucy at Short, barks and sides for thinking so much of the giant hairball that is Fred.