“Get Out You Bastards, Out of the Water”. Technically that statement was not correct, the two dogs were bitches and we know their heritage. But there was great emotion as Bob tried to rescue a toy from the mud pond, aka future swimming hole, at my parents farm.
We had gone to Brindejon to visit for Mother’s Day, taking Elly along for doggy holiday with Bella, my parent’s dog. Both dogs were about the same size and both dogs loved to play. Bob got out a tug-of-war toy. The two dogs tugged and played until Bella won. Off she dashed, toy in mouth, for the mud pond.
So now the toy is sitting at the bottom, embedded in mud. Perhaps later this year, it will emerge, something Bella can dig out from the ground. She is an active 8 month old puppy. Strong and full of curiousity about life. Busy all the time. Loves to dig. Getting that toy will be a good activity for her.
I was lucky enough to capture the whole sequence on film. So there are pictures memorialize get this amusing incident. The two dogs playing tug of war; Bob (rake in hand) heading down to the water; Dogs leaping in the pond; Bella leaping like a gazelle over mud; and a frustrated Bob giving up on the idea of finding this toy.