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A sunny moment on an otherwise rainy Saturday

Most days just happen. Some happen badly, some happy really quite well but mostly they just happen.

Adulthood can sometimes seem a little mundane with the constant repetition of routine. We go about our lives with work and play, but even free time is filled with monotonous tasks like filling dishwashers and putting washing on the line and it’s all done on repeat.

That’s why when little moments occur which add something extra to the days events, I find it a perfect excuse for a blog post.

I’m taking you back to yesterday, a rainy wet and quite frankly dull Saturday.

I had worked a busy shift, come home to chill out and put on a film because what else is there to do when the clouds are full with water that’s pouring out onto the grey world and it doesn’t look as though the tap is ever going to turn off? And what other film to watch than Bridget Jones’ baby? It was actually a perfect afternoon. One thing missing though? My daily dog walk.

I ventured upstairs to busy myself before wine o’clock came around and began changing my bed, constantly doing things that would better my dreary day. A fresh bed is possibly one of life’s best things, right?

So there I was stripping my bed, a little gutted about not seeing my favorite four legged friends but each time I looked out of my window the rain seemed to have got heavier so I kept thinking that there was no chance we’d get out.

I’d just stripped my bed and the bare duvet and pillows lay all over my bedroom floor when a text message came through from my friend bringing a huge smile to my face – yes of course I want to go on a dog walk in the wet, mud and cold!

Happily, we all loaded into the van and headed to the closest walk to us which we call ‘Italy’ because it’s always flooded. A perfect place to go to in the pouring rain I hear you say. Hear me out.

There was one other crazy person parked up when we arrived but we soon came to realise that she wasn’t crazy but rather distraught as her Spaniel, Cadbury, had disappeared. She had been walking in the fields where we were about to go and Cadbury had gone hunting, not to be seen for an hour and a half. We said we’d try to spot her and took the ladies number, feeling very sorry for her as my friend had been there before and praying but pretty doubtful that we’d see anything.

So, we walked, chatting away about nothing much and were simply happy to be out. We laughed at the madness of our being out in the rain but the dogs were happy so were we too.

I never knew that I looked up when I walked and always thought I looked down at the ground so that I don’t trip on something tiny and make a total fool out of myself, however look up I must because I spotted a black blob in the exact corner of the field that the lady claimed she had seen her dog go missing.

“That’s her!” I shouted to my friend who wasn’t totally sure until the dog turned and the shape was certainly a Spaniel.

We began the loud cries, “Cadbury!” “Cadbury!” sounding almost as desperate as the poor lady looked and trying to mimic her accent which was a lot more well-spoken English than mine and certainly not Irish like my friend’s!

“Cadbury! Caaaaadddbury!” We continued but the poor petrified pup just retreated into the overgrowth.

I tried going up to her alone to try to calm her into the security of the lead I was holding but with a very protective big chocolate Labrador and an excitable pup there was no chance we weren’t going to intimidate her, so we contacted the lady to attempt for herself.

All well and good you might be thinking but the lady was driving down the track thinking that we had found her dog when in fact we’d lost sight of her and were desperately trying to regain it before she arrived. The adrenaline was real and we couldn’t feel the rain pouring on us, until the little Papillon let out a tiny cry and the Shiatsu barked as if to say “Dinner time now please!”

Thankfully, Cadbury made another appearance out of the grass so that we could point the lady in the right direction while we guarded her abandoned car. The cries came as well as the whistle but the poor dog was too scared and remained stagnant until she retreated again.

As hopeless as the situation seemed eventually she reappeared in a gap in the overgrowth a little to the left of where the lady was searching.

We called out as loud as we could and tried to ring but her phone was in the car. We were screaming as Beyonce sang “To the left, to the left” but she didn’t hear.

Turning around to see our crazy hand gestures, she finally cottoned on at the same time that Cadbury realised that it was her Mum and began running towards her like a moment from a film. A film with a very happy ending. A very VERY happy ending indeed.

The two returned to us, one soaked Spaniel and an extremely thankful owner, grateful for our help and happy to be reunited. There was only one place that we were heading and that was the shower!

It’s moments like these that certainly bring the sunshine to dreary, wet Saturday’s and excitement to the mundane. We felt good, we felt we’d done a very good deed.

 

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