My dog Comet almost drowned last week.
And while it was less dramatic than it sounds, it was still awful.
We were walking along the towpath when we bumped into an old friend.
I stopped to chat, but Comet didn’t fancy a chinwag, commencing his normal bouncing and barking that makes it clear that he doesn’t appreciate the delay.
Bouncing and barking that was followed very quickly by a splash as he fell into the cold, fast-flowing water.
If he could swim, it would have been funny.
But he’s a paddling specialist, so it really wasn’t.