Sunday afternoon at the beach. Me and my bulldog and Jess. A perfect day for skipping stones. Or throwing sticks. Also a perfect day to confirm my bulldog’s inability to emulate the Man from Galilee.
While Jessica honed her skills (or lack thereof) at rock skipping, I was tossing a stick in the water in order for Spot to hone his retrieval skills. Spot seemed more interested in going after the skipping stones which, much to Jessica’s chagrin, w
ere not skipping but plunging straight into the lake without a by your leave.
Spot would begin the chase, get knee deep in the lake, lose sight of the fast-sinking stone then slosh back to shore. Jess gave up on the stones so Spot was able to concentrate on retrieving the stick. Dash in, glom onto the stick, slosh back to shore. Could not get stick from him so I have to work on that. Pick up another stick, get his attention, fire it into the lake and he would chase after the new stick. Uh, oh. ... a little deep. He tippy-toed along the bottom as the water rose higher on his somewhat less than sleek body.
One step too many and he . . . sank.
I dashed in to grab him but like a hippo he walked on the bottom and in a matter of seconds he rose above the surface like Martin Sheen in that scene from Apocalypse Now. For the remainder of the hike Spot would only go in until the water was up to his chest. The stick would float away and he’d come back to shor
e looking for a ‘good boy’ cookie.
Meanwhile Jessica had got the hang of skipping rocks so in celebration we headed down to the Avondale Ice Cream Bar and pigged out before supper.
Next week Spot will wear his life jacket like his pal Ollie.
While Jessica honed her skills (or lack thereof) at rock skipping, I was tossing a stick in the water in order for Spot to hone his retrieval skills. Spot seemed more interested in going after the skipping stones which, much to Jessica’s chagrin, w
ere not skipping but plunging straight into the lake without a by your leave.Spot would begin the chase, get knee deep in the lake, lose sight of the fast-sinking stone then slosh back to shore. Jess gave up on the stones so Spot was able to concentrate on retrieving the stick. Dash in, glom onto the stick, slosh back to shore. Could not get stick from him so I have to work on that. Pick up another stick, get his attention, fire it into the lake and he would chase after the new stick. Uh, oh. ... a little deep. He tippy-toed along the bottom as the water rose higher on his somewhat less than sleek body.
One step too many and he . . . sank.I dashed in to grab him but like a hippo he walked on the bottom and in a matter of seconds he rose above the surface like Martin Sheen in that scene from Apocalypse Now. For the remainder of the hike Spot would only go in until the water was up to his chest. The stick would float away and he’d come back to shor
e looking for a ‘good boy’ cookie.Meanwhile Jessica had got the hang of skipping rocks so in celebration we headed down to the Avondale Ice Cream Bar and pigged out before supper.
Next week Spot will wear his life jacket like his pal Ollie.
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