The sound of Margie calling "Charlie, Charlie...!" echoed across Hay's Paddock in Kew today. Charlie is her gorgeous 10year old Labradoodle (a hybrid dog/cross bred between a Labrador Retriever and Poodle), who quickly darted towards the large pond in the park whilst we were out walking today.
Before Margie had a chance to recover the lead, Charlie plunged into the moss covered pond, waded through the reeds and began to playfully chase the ducks in the pond. Despite persistent calls and half-hearted attempts to reprimand him, he continued to play/swim in the pond for an hour.
When we realised that Charlie was not going to cease his game, we sat on the grass in the sun, saw the humor in the misadventure and waited until: he was too tired to continue; one of us reluctantly was prepared to enter the pond to retrieve him; or the ducks had migrated for winter.
As we waited small children, other dog lovers and locals picnicking in the park, gathered to admire Charlie and the paradoxical situation. When Charlie was eventually coached out of the pond, his soft, golden coat was matted by green moss, reeds and bits of bark and he was so exhausted he could barley walk.
Our colourful experience concluded with a late lunch and catch up at a wonderful local cafe. As we sat outdoors in the afternoon sun reclining on benches, as Charlie and Phoebe reclined on us; people stopped to admire her two tranquil beauties... naturally oblivious to our day's great misadventure.
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