It had to happen sooner or later
All dogs I have owned since moving up North have landed up in the canal, so it was only a matter of time for Zoe.
G came with me today, so I decided to go a bit further than usual, and let them off the lead. Toby can be a pain, but it turns out that Zoe doesn't want to go too far from Mummy, so I don't have to worry about her. Not in that way, anyway.
She didn't actually fall in, she stepped in. The other bodies of water she has encountered looked quite different; the canal does look more like a path, so that was what she thought she was stepping down onto.
Next scene: me lying down beside the canal fishing Zoe out of the water. I got fairly soaked in the process, but not as wet as she was.
At least she picked a nice hot day to do it; she rolled in the grass, ad ran around a lot, and she was nearly dry by the time we started for home.