Please note there was no woofing at the swans, they're a lot bigger than he is! Also, it is open to debate as to whether or not he was actually woofing at the ducks, but most people who know my Spanner know that he likes to woof. At everything! So yes, he probably was woofing at the ducks!
So with the unusual heat and his usual amount of 'piddling' he was in need of a drink. So off he went to the edge of the water, although not the main river as he's not too fond of the water. No, he chose the much smaller slipstream and as he was gingerly leaning over a slightly steep bank, guzzling as much water as he could, the sandy bank suddenly gave way under his paws and in he went - head first!
Being not so fond of the water as we have already mentioned, and a very poor swimmer, he went into a blind panic and swam directly for the opposite, virtually inaccessible bank. Much calling ensued with tempting phrases such as 'Look what I've got!' and 'Would you like...?', as he desperately ran up and down the bank trying to find a non-existent bridge to lead him back to safety...
He then paddled around for a few more panic stricken moments desperately trying to find a stretch of bank that wasn't too steep, but really he wasn't having the best of luck that day! So he decided that the best plan of action was to give up, cling to the opposite bank from us and whine until someone came to his rescue...
So it was up to me to leap two four foot church walls, fight my way through a few bushes and find a strong enough tree by the waters edge to hang on to while I leaned over to pull him out by his collar. Thankfully lady luck was on my side that day and I was able to stay dry!
In the end we were all very grateful that it was such a warm, sunny day so that he dried off very quickly and we didn't have to face the car journey home with a smelly, soggy dog!