Before I start, I brief story with no photos. The other day my human brother came over and I got locked inside with the Relentlessly Bad Company. Soon enough I saw them motoring to the back of the estate on the lawn tractor with a big trailer in tow. Next thing I know they are running in circles around the yard shrieking like a couple of ten year old girls and spraying the hose with wild abandon. I was sure chuffed that I couldn't join in the party. Wonder what they were doing?
Momma - Actually we were trying to empty the trailer full of dead grass and leaves that had been accumulating for almost a year. Unbeknownst to us, when covered by a tarp to bake in the sun this is a great habitat for bees. Our dancing was in response to angry bees who were quite exercised at being disturbed. He got stung on the ear and I got stung in the face (lucky for us they didn't swarm). After removing the stingers and regrouping, my brave stepson proceeded to empty the trailer, occasionally dancing off and using HBO words while I attempted to shoot the bees from the air with the hose. A fun time was had by all.
We had a couple of days of super duper hot weather this week.
While the Relentlessly Pre-Cooked opted just to bake in the sun until momma feared for his sanity, I, Dexter, kept a watchful eye on the cement pond next door, anxiously awaiting opening day when I could cool my hot labraself off and get in a therapeutic swim.
Finally, momma said it was time.
Now, friends, given that it is not our pool, I always feel that it is only polite to empty out prior to my swim.
But a little privacy would be nice...
And away we go! Wow! This feels great! As soon as I heard the word "swim" I was pawing at the neighbor's gate.
Our neighbor is a big labrafan and always has a supply of pool time tennis balls just for ME!
I've learned a few new strokes since last year... been reading up on the internet.
I am not a devotee of diving, but prefer a controlled launch from the stairs.
I can touch the bottom in the shallow end which lets me take a breather now and then.
Momma can be very cruel at times, like here, where she put the tennis ball just out of my reach. A little more umph and I could have had it.
Like my turn technique? I am ready for the pawlympics.
Of course I want to come out NEVER, but momma says that when my bottom starts to sink I am getting tired and she refuses to throw the tennis ball anymore even though I think I could go a few more laps.
Come on, just one more throw.
I don't know what the broiled beast is saying to me here, probably something like, "Wow, Dexter, you are the best swimmer ever. I really admire you."
Here is your cutest ever labradude photo of the day. I am in heaven!
P.S. Live action version available here.
P.P.S. I had my interview for a new agility school and got accepted into the intermediate class! The teacher even said that my weave pole skills were better than the rest of the class (but I need to work on my contacts as I do sometimes fly off the A-frame - OK always fly off the A-frame - at the midpoint).