Went to Priory Park today for a frolic in the snow. The sun was out which made for striking scene’s but the snow is showing no sign of melting, and its been trod on so much its loosing its virgin beauty.
I was picking my way across the icy paths and Tommy had run off somewhere. I started to call him when I got past the pond as I hadn’t’ seen him for a while. I couldn’t hear his collar clicking so I turned back and picked my way across the icy path. And then I spotted him, poor Tommy! As the pond had frozen over, he’d decided to say hello to the ducks and had fallen in! He was looking very sorry for himself, pushed up against some reeds, dripping wet and freezing. He was very pleased to see me. We made our way back to the car where I dried him off as best I could and then home to warm up slowly in front of the radiator.
It wasn’t until later that the feeling of dread came over me when I realised I could have lost Tommy today. If he hadn’t have been able to pull himself out of the pond, or had got lost under the ice, he could have died. I felt so bad, what if I’d lost my little fella? I gave him some chicken with his dinner, to make up for my stupid ness and have made two quiet vows to myself. 1. Priory Park is a bogey park and to be avoided at all costs. 2. Tommy is not Khan who would follow me round the park nicely and come back when called. He is a very inquisitive JRT who needs constant supervision to keep him out of trouble.
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