I cant keep Rosie out of the water - she doesn’t care how rough or deep it is. I yelled and hollered at her to come back, but no way - she made a beeline for the sea. Lots of currents and choppy water out there today, and I didn’t fancy her jumping into that churning mess. But in she went, anyway.
So I left her to it, watching her every now and then, and walked on. 10 minutes later, there she appears out of nowhere, trots beside me as usual, as cool as a cucumber.
