Jake was thrilled
The sand was deep and soft
He practiced his sliding stops
Here's a stick
Can you throw it for me?
Posing, who has time for that...................... when there are sticks to fetch
But some how or other, the sticks kept disappearing.
So Luna found one that would be hard to lose
Jake, can you get 'em to throw it for us?
Larry ended up walking back to the river bank to round up some more sticks
Jake got rid of some of the water that was slowing him down
Luna waded out to get a head start.
Geez, I hope no hungry sturgeon are swimming by
Okay, we're ready
And Jake is the winner, which is a good thing
He always brings it right back to you, unlike some dogs we know. In fact, he is quite happy to pick up where Luna leaves off, and deliver it to our feet.
Sometimes though, much to Jake's disgust, Luna beats him to it
And what's worse, SOMETIMES she doesn't bring it back, or drop it, but she tries to bury it in the sand. And Jake hates to get a mouth full of sand
Bark!Bark! --quit digging in the sand--Bark!Bark!--how can they throw the stick if we don't get it back to them--Bark!Bark!
And Jake has a shrill bark, verrry irritating, and we got to hear it twice.
For every bark he did, a second later we got the echo of it as it bounced off the island on the other side of the channel.
Thanks, Poplar Bar, it was nice meeting you.
What a fun day for all dogs and people. I am jealous of your wide open sandy river places! Here in Ottawa there are few of those. But I can say that our temps in the past few days have rivalled yours out west (16 degrees yesterday!) -- go figure. But its back to normal cold today.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the great shots.