Back in our old hunting grounds, the fields and woods of Sandy Creek Park. As we came to the lake, Tessa simply went in. The Arctic Blast was actually short-lived, and we had a very pleasant afternoon, but the water surely must have been on the chilly side. Tessa thought so - pulling up her paws in disgust - but she kept on wading. I think she would have gone in had I thrown a stick out there but I didn't want to push our luck with the water temperature.
Upon our return to the main field we pointed and chased a huge flock of little birds.
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