Bishop's Close

As I walked solo along the gravely path of a hillside estate overlooking the river, a woman with a dog came waddling towards me. The dog, not the woman. He was a corgi, tongue hanging out in happiness. I noticed that her dog was soaked with water, dripping off of every shaggy hair.
"Did your dog take a swim?" I asked.
"He fell in the pond." She answered with a maternal glance at the panting dog.

I smiled my biggest smile and kept walking.