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Well today as usual I went for a walk with my trainer friend and 2 of her dogs, as we were walking in an area where people might be we kept our dogs on their leads, Toby wearing his soft muzzle, not the cage type.
As we were walking alongside the irrigation canal (about 30 feet wide and 15 feet deep with fast moving water within the sheer concrete sides) we saw something bobbing in the water, zig zagging from either side. My friend pointed it out and we conjectured whether it was a ball or a duck or the like, but then horror of horrors we realised it was a little spaniel.
As we ran towards it we saw a man running parallel to it obviously trying to get it to come to the side to him so he could pull it out. We called to him, did he need help, his reply was YES!
So my friend and I commanded our respective dogs to sit (which they did) and we dropped their leads and dashed to the canal side. I lay down (being the tallest) and reached for the dog, but it slipped out of my hands (it was so exhauasted it was rolling over and over in the water a look of terror in its eyes). Jumping up I moved a little further downstream and lay down again and reached out. I was so far over the side I was in danger of going in head first. I managed to grab the skin on his back and hauled with all my might. My friend then reached round my side and grabbed his bottom whilst the man knelt down and grabbed the dogs head and between us we hauled the dog in. He was so cold and exhausted he just slumped on the ground. I took off my jacket and we began to rub him dry with it. All the while our dogs had sat watching the unfolding drama but on seeing this little mite near dead on the floor they came over.
By this time we had 2 more men beside us. All debating what to do with the dog, the consensus was leave it to find its own way home.
It would have simply curled up and died from hyperthermia in our opinion so we wrapped it up and starting to carry it between us back the 2.5 miles towards the main road. Our aim to get it into the warm and then to a vets.
Then one of the men noticed Toby licking the poor mite as if to say, 'it's okay, my mum is here,' and shouted, "watch out, that dog will bite the little one"
Oh for the love of ..............
Give a Dobe a break will ya.....
Just give a Dobe a break,
Well today as usual I went for a walk with my trainer friend and 2 of her dogs, as we were walking in an area where people might be we kept our dogs on their leads, Toby wearing his soft muzzle, not the cage type.
As we were walking alongside the irrigation canal (about 30 feet wide and 15 feet deep with fast moving water within the sheer concrete sides) we saw something bobbing in the water, zig zagging from either side. My friend pointed it out and we conjectured whether it was a ball or a duck or the like, but then horror of horrors we realised it was a little spaniel.
As we ran towards it we saw a man running parallel to it obviously trying to get it to come to the side to him so he could pull it out. We called to him, did he need help, his reply was YES!
So my friend and I commanded our respective dogs to sit (which they did) and we dropped their leads and dashed to the canal side. I lay down (being the tallest) and reached for the dog, but it slipped out of my hands (it was so exhauasted it was rolling over and over in the water a look of terror in its eyes). Jumping up I moved a little further downstream and lay down again and reached out. I was so far over the side I was in danger of going in head first. I managed to grab the skin on his back and hauled with all my might. My friend then reached round my side and grabbed his bottom whilst the man knelt down and grabbed the dogs head and between us we hauled the dog in. He was so cold and exhausted he just slumped on the ground. I took off my jacket and we began to rub him dry with it. All the while our dogs had sat watching the unfolding drama but on seeing this little mite near dead on the floor they came over.
By this time we had 2 more men beside us. All debating what to do with the dog, the consensus was leave it to find its own way home.
It would have simply curled up and died from hyperthermia in our opinion so we wrapped it up and starting to carry it between us back the 2.5 miles towards the main road. Our aim to get it into the warm and then to a vets.
Then one of the men noticed Toby licking the poor mite as if to say, 'it's okay, my mum is here,' and shouted, "watch out, that dog will bite the little one"
Oh for the love of ..............
Give a Dobe a break will ya.....
Just give a Dobe a break,