Oh, the temptation!
It got the better of me and I paid the price.
And learnt a valuable lesson too.
I happened thus ...
Sym, my border collie (deceased) of whom I was the daddy, was only a youngster of 8 or 9 months.
Sox, his big sister, had not yet been rescued from the pound, and poor Clover, unbeknown to us, was still suffering at the hands of a puppy farm breeder.
On this particular day I decided that my boy and I would go to the Wennalt, a hilly, wooded area just outside Cardiff.
At this time I hadn't yet learnt of Sym's passion for romping and wallowing in the green slime that covered most of the ground in the hollows on the lower slopes.
The green slime ... the smelly green slime ... would become on of his favourite play things.
Anyway, on this day, after several hours of walking up and down muddy hillsides and fighting our way through brambles, we headed exhausted back towards the car park and home.
As we walked down the final slope, Sym dragging a small tree with him, I noticed just off to my right a rope hanging from a tree.
Someone had made a rope swing!
Now, I have a reputation as a serious professional person to protect and, as such, could not be seen, as it were, having childish fun ... but there was no one around!
No one would see me! No one would ever know!
So, having checked and re-checked that no one was around, I made a bee-line for the rope, determined spend a few minutes dangling childishly over the abyss (a crater filled with slime).
Experimental tugs on the rope seemed to prove that it was safe so, after another quick glance around the woods, I ran clutching the rope firmly and leaped out over the abyss.
Sym barked and ran through the slime in the crater.
I soared! I most probably screamed GERONIMO although, I'm not sure why. There is no record of Geronimo ever swinging on a rope dangling from a tree.
I landed on the other side, exhilarated; my blood pumping; I was full of the joy's of life.
I was having fun!
I turned, laughing now, and leaped again.
And learnt a very important lesson; one which I think needs to be shared with the world for the sake of safety.
CRACK said the branch to which the rope was attached.
SPLAT said yours truly as his body hit the slime.
WOOF said Sym as he leapt to safety.
That lesson, dear friends, as you have already read in the title of this little piece, is this ...
Don't Fall With You Mouth Open!
Because Wales tastes bloody awful!
We went home taking that vile and disgusting smell of the slime with us.
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This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!
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