Bubbly .... bouncy ..... and blonde!

“Be brave enough to live creatively.  You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.  You can only get there by hard work, by risking and by not quite knowing what you are doing.

What you discover will be wonderful ... you will discover yourself.” 

~ Alan Alda, 1936 (Quoted in The Educators Book of Quotes)

Bubbly ... bouncy .... and blonde.

.... and BAFFLED at having his ‘FIND’ taken off him in the waves.

Nope ... I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about Sam ... the bubbly bouncy blonde Labrador.  To avoid more mischief and mayhem whilst crossing the road in the morning to get our caffeine boost, I now stay on the beach with the hounds whilst Carol goes to the Co-op.

It’s a full-on task kicking and throwing balls for these hounds.  As one returns to the beach with a ball so I’m throwing the other ball into the waves for the other hound.  Sam always drops his ball instantly he hits the sand ... he can’t wait to leap back into the waves to fetch it again.  My hound’s a bit of a tease and practices the same movements on me as what she does on Sam when she DOESN’T want to share any log she might have found.

It’s unusual for Sam to NOT return to the beach with a ball so I knew something of interest had attracted his attention when he sprung from the waves WITHOUT the ball.  

The ‘something of interest’ was something SMELLY which he snatched off the sand.

Clever hound that he is, he headed BACK into the waves with his ‘FIND’ 

.... a fish skeleton ... and started to EAT it.

He’d forgotten though that it wasn’t HIS Carol standing on the sand throwing balls

 .... it was ME .... and I’m not scared of getting my feet wet.

The look of disbelief on his face was PRICELESS as I waded into the waves, 

shoes and all, grabbed his collar and snatched the skeleton OUT of his mouth.

Maggie, a 5 month old Boxer pup we meet on the beach.

I wish I’d had another pair of hands ... one pair just wasn't enough.

The skeleton was sent flying out into the waves.  I had hold of Sam’s collar as I knew, given half the chance, he’d race off after his smelly snack. My other hands, if I’d had any, would have been busy taking photos of the baffled look on his face.  

That’ll teach him to think the waves are a place of refuge when he’s doing something he shouldn’t!

I could hear my hound SNIGGERING as I told him off.

They’re BOTH carrying Chiefs rugby balls at the moment ... much to my dismay.  Sam the Man has managed to kill ANOTHER rugby ball, my second South African one. 

It’s NOT a good omen.  Carol of course is deliriously happy. 

This weekend the Chiefs play her beloved Hurricanes so Carol has a bit of a dilemma.  

Who does she support? 

I’m backing the Hurricanes as I DON’T want the Chiefs to win Super Rugby this year.  Not because they won last year but because I don’t want Carol to have the satisfaction of telling me my hound was right in choosing that darn Chiefs rugby ball!!