I have been bad about walking my dogs what with the virus earlier this year and the bad reaction to the stuff for the virus and then car shows and then the sinus infection . . . the list is endless and worthless. So, I decided we've got to get back to doing some walking (both for them and for me) and we started last night.
The golf course was closed. It's usually closed on Mondays but was open because of the holiday so closed on Tuesday so we could go out there before dark. When I took Cash and Miller out, the sprinklers were on in the direction we usually go so I took them around the duck pond in the opposite direction. Cash was all excited and way out in front of me with his tail wagging back and forth like a banner. Miller, with his impaired vision was behind me sniffing everything and wandering along. He does amazingly well but is slower because he has to sniff to find his way and gets distracted by all the smells. I was looking at Cash and telling him to slow down so Miller could catch up when I feel a tug on Miller's leash. I thought he had just stopped so I pulled on it and turned to look at him. His butt was about 3 inches from the water in the pond! Evidently, he got too close and slid over the edge. Luckily, he was right next to one of the stakes they put around the pond (for some mysterious reason) with his leash around the stake so I could use that for leverage to pull and help him scamper up and over the edge.
Life is such an adventure with dachshunds! Thankfully, Scooter's walk was very drama free. With only the distraction of a dog on the course and some ducks quacking at him.