Decades ago, in a place just downstream from where I was today, our dog went for a swim. We thought we'd never see her again. Kedron Brook rages after a big wet. But our dog at the time, a beautiful pure bred golden labrador, wasn't going to let that stop her. She jumped in after a stick, as she always did. The stick swirled away in the rapids. Tamsin followed also being swept in the currents. We thought she was gone. Not so. There she came swimming against the tide. She'd lost her stick but she wasn't going to be defeated. Instead she's found a great big limb and had that in her mouth powering up against the floodwaters. Bloody amazing. Today wasn't flooding but the water was rapid and swift. Decades haven't erased the memory of that day, nor has the certain knowledge that my two cavatzus do not have the swimming strength of a golden lab. We left them on the lead. They were a little annoyed but any walk is a good walk. The rain may have been both heavy and annoying but it was badly needed. Also, I couldn't help but think how much worse it would have been had the rains come yesterday on Riverfire day. Once again, the result could have been far worse.
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