Jumping
for joy, or even better jumping for water.
I hasten to add, that this photo was taken by the miniatures before the
drought took over. My favourite game is
catching the water from the hose as it snakes back and forth in the hands of
the operator who thinks it highly amusing to watch my efforts. I chase it all over the garden as they keep
moving it about to change were the water falls.
I drink most of it and jump to catch it in my mouth. It doesn’t really show up in the picture but I am at least two
feet off the ground or, as the youngsters say, 60 centimeters! This action usually happens after me being
told that my canine perfume is offensive to the Mrs and I need a wash. The job of getting me wet enough to work up a
lather with my shampoo is usually difficult as my coat is very thick and has
its own oils to keep me warm and repel water. With my enhanced sense of fun I
find it difficult to stay still long enough for the Mrs to aim it at the
appropriate part of my anatomy and am usually asked in a very firm voice to
stand still and stop jumping around while she uses some accuracy to make sure I
am wet all over. Rinsing can be a
problem for her too as I still want to chase and catch the water. In the lake I can launch myself into the
water making a huge splash but at home I have to make do with the airborne variety and become very excited if I spot the hose coming out even if it does
mean I end up shampooed, soft and sweet smelling. The Mrs tells me it’s “because I’m worth it” !!