Today I was climbing on the large boulder when two ladies with two small dogs passed by. They were heavily overdressed for a walk in the forest, wearing fancy white outfits. The ladies that is, not the dogs. The dogs were running around like there was no tomorrow. How little did they know…
The Boulder
After a while one of them disappeared behind the boulder. One of the ladies started to call for the dog. Or rather yell for the dog in a quite unpleasant way. The dog didn’t come back. Now I could totally understand the dog not wanting to return to the yelling woman, but somehow I had a strange feeling about it. I decided to take a look. The dog was nowhere to be seen.
Than I heard a soft splashing sound coming from the creek next to the boulder. I walked to the edge and saw the dog swimming. The poor thing had jumped into the water and couldn’t get out anymore. The side is vertical, about a foot high. The dog looked at me desperately, gasping for air. So I lay down beside the water – in a bunch of stinging nettles of course – reached out, grabbed the dog and pulled him out of the water. One happy dog!