As a special treat she was taken to our nearest beach at low tide and let off her lead to run like a lunatic up and down the sand, nosing in rock pools, tugging at seaweed fronds and generally having a high old time.
She even threw caution to the winds and paddled in some of the larger pools, right up to her knees, which admittedly is only about 2 inches, but since she's not usually keen on getting wet under any circumstances this merits special mention.
Stupidly, I didn't take my camera, so you will have to use your imagination to come up with a mental image.
So, eventually, a small, wet, sandy dog, tired out by her exertions, travelled home in the car, wrapped snugly in an old towel. It was only later yesterday afternoon that we noticed how gritty the floor felt underfoot, and after further investigation the culprit was indeed found to be small dog, who rather in the manner of 'The Great Escape' was surreptitiously depositing large amounts of sand which had been stuck to her furry legs and tummy.
Nothing else for it.......she would have to submit to a shower. Much to her disgust. It was her birthday after all and she's not keen on being washed at at the best of times.
So, I give you one freshly laundered small dog..........
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