Today, Eddie thought that, the Country Park was a bit too small for him, and his Kong throwing stick was not as much fun as his tennis ball. 'Come on Tweed', he said, 'the cows have been moved - we could have a gallop in their field'. So off they went with Eddie's with white tail tip bobbing above the long grass, and me shouting, 'Eddie, Tweed, EDDIE, TWEED', at their retreating bottoms. Once in the field, which is now well grazed, they realised that they could be seen by the red, sweaty, OAP who was hobbling after them, and they paused for a think. 'What about the pond', said Tweed, 'let's cool down', (quite forgetting that she doesn't actually like swimming). Well, at the moment the pond is absolutely choked with Arrowhead weed - so dense that there were an invisible pair of mallards nesting amongst it - and which didn't stay invisible for long! Eddie decided that it would be better to stay close to Mummy Blobby because she was looking more and more hot and bothered, but brave Tweed started a circuit of the pond after the mallards, which annoyingly just kept running ten feet ahead of her on top of the weed. Would she come out? Would she heck! She swam circles, straights and serpentines, but frighteningly she was getting slower and slower - she is thirteen in Autumn, and the vet said she had a slight heart murmer at her last check-up. 'I bet her heart is going like the clappers', friend Karen said helpfully. I couldn't see any way of getting to her out as the weed was so thick. Thankfully, she must have realised that the mallards were not going to be caught, and that she was getting a bit tired, so she struck for home and emerged, a lot cooler and less stressed than her Mum.
