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Max and the beach
Nov. 16th, 2004 08:00 pmAfter a wasted trip to the nursing college this morning, the rest of the day turned out Capital T Terrific.
Well, except for the flies.
Master packed the Galloper with the little red patio table and two white chairs, grill and all its accoutrement, and other stuff necessary for a good picnic, while i got the brats, kraut, and condiments put together. Max absolutely knew something interesting was going to happen this afternoon, because he was trying to be everywhere at once and under everyone's feet in the process.
We got out of the car park at precisely 1:27, about 25 minutes later than we wanted, but who cares it was picnic day at the beach. The drive was relatively uneventful. Best guestimate is we saw over 300 camels, more sheep than people who live on Guam, and one Dhub that could easily carry away a small child if it were a carnivore. Lucky for Arab babies they aren't.
We found our slice of beach and cut Maxiepie loose. He found a job to do, and took after it with a vengeance. Max had decided to rearrange every grain of sand on the beach. The sand that was on top, went to the bottom and the sand in the water went to the beach. To do this, he used a piece of wood, that he would lay down on the sand and the dig at with his paws. Eventually the wood would spew out between his back legs and he would send some quality time sniffing around to find it. He rediscovered crabs, tried to connect the sound a boat makes to the sound of an ATV and figuring they sounded alike, decided boats as well as ATVs need chasing. That was fun to watch. Max doesn't swim as fast as he runs, but he tries. He also discovered fish. They baffled him as he watch them break the surface of the water to catch bugs. Either fish don't like flies or there were even too many flies for all the fish to get. The jumping fish were quite amazing. Even Max was amazed.
Now i understand why he bobs for Sgt Pepper in his water bowl. So he can easily bob for fish in the ocean. Funny thing about fish, though, they don't stay put like Sgt. Pepper. But he had one heck of a good time trying to catch them.
He did take time out to see if brats on the grill were hot or not. To his chagrin, they are. DRAT!. We brought some hot dogs just for him, and he enjoyed those immensely. By the time we were ready to leave Max was just getting his second wind. We put him in the back of the truck thinking he would settle down, but he wasn't ready, so we got off the road and let him have a desert run in a new desert. He didn't stray too far from the car but got in about 5 km before we hit the road. He was ready for the back end of the truck this time.
As we drove down the road we came upon four little four-legged butterballs. Three grey/black long haired pups and one with a grey face, white shirt and grey pants. We stopped and talked to them, they were truly feral, but the listened to us. And their ears really perked when Max spied them and gave a bark. Mother was no where to be seen. Max almost got some brothers or sisters, but Master said "NO! And I mean it!" But He is going to check on them to make sure they are doing ok. So, who's the softy in this group, i wanna know?
The rest of the trip back was uneventful. We got home about 6:15. While Master unloaded the car, i gave Max a bath and a brushing. Now he is belly up on his couch. Dead to the world. Every now and then i hear a whiney sound from him, and his legs move. i'm sure he's dreaming about his fun day at the beach.
Master and i had just about as much fun as the dog, except we had uninvited guests. It is still fly season here. As soon as the food came out, so did the flies. It was impossible to get a bun ready for a brat, by ready i mean out of the plastic bag, and open to receive the brat, without at least 50 flies taking a pass at it. i did learn one thing, if you ever go on a picnic and there are flies, eat over the fire. Flies don't like the heat.
The males in my life right now, i love 'em both.
Well, except for the flies.
Master packed the Galloper with the little red patio table and two white chairs, grill and all its accoutrement, and other stuff necessary for a good picnic, while i got the brats, kraut, and condiments put together. Max absolutely knew something interesting was going to happen this afternoon, because he was trying to be everywhere at once and under everyone's feet in the process.
We got out of the car park at precisely 1:27, about 25 minutes later than we wanted, but who cares it was picnic day at the beach. The drive was relatively uneventful. Best guestimate is we saw over 300 camels, more sheep than people who live on Guam, and one Dhub that could easily carry away a small child if it were a carnivore. Lucky for Arab babies they aren't.
We found our slice of beach and cut Maxiepie loose. He found a job to do, and took after it with a vengeance. Max had decided to rearrange every grain of sand on the beach. The sand that was on top, went to the bottom and the sand in the water went to the beach. To do this, he used a piece of wood, that he would lay down on the sand and the dig at with his paws. Eventually the wood would spew out between his back legs and he would send some quality time sniffing around to find it. He rediscovered crabs, tried to connect the sound a boat makes to the sound of an ATV and figuring they sounded alike, decided boats as well as ATVs need chasing. That was fun to watch. Max doesn't swim as fast as he runs, but he tries. He also discovered fish. They baffled him as he watch them break the surface of the water to catch bugs. Either fish don't like flies or there were even too many flies for all the fish to get. The jumping fish were quite amazing. Even Max was amazed.
Now i understand why he bobs for Sgt Pepper in his water bowl. So he can easily bob for fish in the ocean. Funny thing about fish, though, they don't stay put like Sgt. Pepper. But he had one heck of a good time trying to catch them.
He did take time out to see if brats on the grill were hot or not. To his chagrin, they are. DRAT!. We brought some hot dogs just for him, and he enjoyed those immensely. By the time we were ready to leave Max was just getting his second wind. We put him in the back of the truck thinking he would settle down, but he wasn't ready, so we got off the road and let him have a desert run in a new desert. He didn't stray too far from the car but got in about 5 km before we hit the road. He was ready for the back end of the truck this time.
As we drove down the road we came upon four little four-legged butterballs. Three grey/black long haired pups and one with a grey face, white shirt and grey pants. We stopped and talked to them, they were truly feral, but the listened to us. And their ears really perked when Max spied them and gave a bark. Mother was no where to be seen. Max almost got some brothers or sisters, but Master said "NO! And I mean it!" But He is going to check on them to make sure they are doing ok. So, who's the softy in this group, i wanna know?
The rest of the trip back was uneventful. We got home about 6:15. While Master unloaded the car, i gave Max a bath and a brushing. Now he is belly up on his couch. Dead to the world. Every now and then i hear a whiney sound from him, and his legs move. i'm sure he's dreaming about his fun day at the beach.
Master and i had just about as much fun as the dog, except we had uninvited guests. It is still fly season here. As soon as the food came out, so did the flies. It was impossible to get a bun ready for a brat, by ready i mean out of the plastic bag, and open to receive the brat, without at least 50 flies taking a pass at it. i did learn one thing, if you ever go on a picnic and there are flies, eat over the fire. Flies don't like the heat.
The males in my life right now, i love 'em both.
