It's raining water!

Friday was Anthony,Diesel,Rosie and Dylan's last day alone together.

It was raining heavily.

They headed back to the river.

But this time they didn't bother with the beyond.

The sky was so dark and the air so wet that Anthony could not take many photographs.

They were all used to heavy rain but today it was so bad that they sought shelter under a tree.

Steam rose from the dogs.

When the rain eased a little they got moving again.

One of their favourite spots was just ahead.

Time to visit dog Heaven.

Diesel,Rosie and Dylan ran through the trees trying to catch squirrels.

Anthony kept a close eye on them.

He kept his other eye on his watch.

Rosie and Dylan's family would be flying home tonight,he did not want to be late back.

Then something very strange happened.

A man approached.

He had a dog with him.

They had met men with dogs thousands of times before,but never out here.

The dog was very handsome,he looked like an English sheepdog cross.

His name was as foreign as his owner.

He looked a little overwhelmed by the sight of three wet vizslak.

Further on the came to the top of a tall steep bank in the woods.

Perfect for throwing sticks down.

Rosie was desparate,she had not fetched anything in over a week.

She was going cold turkey.

Soon she was showing the boys how it was done.

Then another strange thing happened.

A woman approached with a dog.

They had met women with dogs a thousand times before,but never out here.

Max was a big gentle Weimaraner.

The dogs all had Weimaraner friends and they soon took to Max.

Diesel,in particular,decided he had a new playmate.

The rain was much gentler now so they forsook the cover of the woods and headed back to the river.

Chase the Weimaraner was their new game and big Max was a lot faster than he looked.

Rosie and Dylan had a swim in the river,they could hardly get any wetter than they were already.

Soon Max had to go home,they escorted him back through the woods and started to take the road home themselves.

But that did not last long.

A stile leading to a field was just too tempting.

They would take the long way home.

Who could resist walking back through the same mud they had gone through earlier.

When they finally got home a hungry cat appeared as they dried themselves off.

Time for Tiggy and Diesel to get to know eachother again.

Diesel likes cats but they do not neccessarily feel the same way about him.

Tiggy is not very keen on dogs but he tolerates them as long as they behave themselves.

He was not best pleased when Diesel tried to share his meal while he was still eating it.

Anthony told Diesel to sit and wait next to Tiggy while the cat had his dinner.

Tiggy was hungry but so was Diesel.

Diesel sat quietly for a while.

Then he cried for share of the food.

Finally he hatched a cunning plan.

"Woof!".

Tiggy jumped.

Diesel dashed forward.

The food was his.

His bark had so startled the cat that it had leapt a few feet away.

Just far enough for Diesel to get the food without fear of retribution.

Anthony was pleased that Diesel would rather eat the food than the cat.