A Salty Dog |
So what marathon of activity have I been up to? Allow me to describe one recent Saturday.
Ma |
A little while later, Sister joined us armed with a handsaw. Now people may not be aware of this, but either Sister was destined to be a tree trimmer or she has some not so hidden anger issues because she absolutely loves cutting down branches. I can't tell you how many times I've seen her come home from work and, still dressed in her work clothes and heels, grab a handsaw and cut down a low hanging or dead branch from the cherry tree in the backyard. So anyway, Sister made her way over to the big branch and started sawing away at it. From my point of view, Sister seemed to be having a lot of fun, so I decided to join in. I grabbed hold of one of the lesser branches and started pulling. Before long, Sister and I had a genuine game of tug of war going--me grabbing branch after branch and tugging and Sister trying not to cut her arm off with the handsaw as she continued with the task at hand. Oh, it was great fun.
Once Sister finally managed to cut off the first piece, I scurried over, picked up the one-foot branch, and hot-footed away for a rousing game of keep away with Ma and Pa (in many ways, it looked as though I was trying to club someone in the kneecap what with me running around with a giant tree branch hanging out of the side of my mouth). And oh boy was I in rare form that day. Ma and Pa had no chance of catching up to me...unless...I got too excited and was overcome with a case of the zoomies.
For those unaware, as Sister and I were as of a couple of weeks ago, zoomies or Frenetic Random Activity Periods (FRAP) are bursts of energy in which a dog suddenly starts racing around in circles with a wild and crazy glint in his eye.
Yep, that's right, I suddenly became overcome with an urge to run. And run I did--between the trees, up and down the stairs, and to and from the fence where Bruno, the Boxer puppy next door, watched with a mixture of excitement and puzzlement.
Now normally, tug of war, keep away, and a case of the zoomies would have left me totally exhausted, but not this time. Nope, I was bright eyed and bushy-tailed and more than happy to entertain Sister's next bright idea: go to the beach.
The beach is a short drive from my house and I spent those minutes pacing in the back seat of the car, huffing in Sister's ear as she drove, and drooling on her shoulder. As we drove, Sister explained to me that I wasn't going to be allowed to play in the water because it was too cold out and that I would be subjected to a bath upon my return if I did. It didn't matter though. There was no way I was going into the water. Despite my heritage, I am not fond of swimming.
Taking in the View |
Not A Clean Leap |
About a half hour later, Sister and I walked back to the car and drove home. Once there, I jumped out and barreled (yes barreled...I still had energy to spare) down the stairs and into the backyard to tell Ma and Pa (who were still picking up sticks) about all the fun I had had.
Out Cold |
I guess this goes to show I'll always be a sprinter.
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