John walked Betsy into Boxmoor village today for her haircut and nails trimmed (such a girlie dog!). On the way back along the canal path she got a little distracted by the ducks and fell head long into the Grand Union (not the lock).
After a bit of spluttering, she scrambled up onto the pathway (a little flustered and hopefully put off enough not to do it again in a hurry). All the beauty treatment in the dog grooming parlour was totally wasted as she came out smelling of dank, canal water and had to have a shower once she got home (something John usually makes me give her as he says 'it's better she hates you for doing it than me!')
