To insanity and beyond ...: Mischief and mayhem ... a daily dose!

“Mischievous” ... my mood of the day.

Mis-chie-vous adj. pronounciation: MIS-chi-vus

1. Playful in a naughty or teasing way. 2. Troublesome, irritating, a mischievous prank.

It's rising later and later at the moment.

Yes, I think jumping in puddles and splashing contents of said puddles over unsuspecting fellow ramblers COULD be construed as mischievous. Teaching hounds how to shake off excess water on command could ALSO be construed as mischievous ... but only if you happen to be the person standing NEXT to said hound when they’re instructed to shake.

One such person thinks we have a cardboard cut-out of him at home

and that we use it for teaching the hounds exactly that!

I wonder how he knew ....

There we are .... 12 minutes past 7!

It’s funny how most of the mischief I supposedly get up to involves water. Removing raindrops from banners by shaking banners over people is deemed to be mischievous too

.... or so I’ve been told.

North Head bathed in sunshine.

Giving Sam a taste for caffeine could also be perceived as mischievous I guess. Sam’s added his own brand of mischief to what WE’VE taught him though. We only showed him how delicious the left-over froth in our coffee-to-go could be ... we never taught him to take the froth off the top of Pete’s homemade coffee. Silly Pete for putting his coffee where Sam’s tongue could reach it.

Caffeine addict.

Despite the occasional appearance to the contrary, Sam’s DEFINITELY no dumb Aussie. He just has ‘BLONDE moments’.

Mischievous blonde moments.

He’s fast learning that if he gets Carol UP early enough, he can spend time on the beach with the hound and I before I have to head off to work. We’re onto winter times at the shop so I only have to be there by 9.30 ..... that’s an extra half hour on the beach .... big yay! Sam’s method of getting Carol up early though involves retrieving as much clothing as he can from the dressing room. There’s bound to be something in what he’s found that she can wear to come rambling.

Carol could of course join us on our hike to the view-site at 6.30 but I don’t think Sam would sit as patiently as the hound and Indy do whilst we wait for the sun to appear over the horizon. There comes a moment in time when even my hound has had enough of waiting and I get a look like this.

Sam’s the hyperactive child of the hound world. He doesn’t KNOW how to sit still unless he’s tired. Carol bought him down to the shop this morning and left him with me for a short while whilst she collected some dry cleaning. He was so tired form the weekend and morning activities that he lay quietly on the floor until she returned.

Trying to cross the road back to the beach after getting our first fix of the day is comical.

I’m sure we leave the early morning Bistro patrons chuckling into their breakfast as they watch our antics. My hound’s always in a hurry to get back to the beach and Sam’s in a hurry to get what he perceives to be, HIS coffee!

He insists on trying to carry the hound’s lead too.

Between Carol and I AND the two hounds AND 2 rugby balls AND 2 cups of coffee, it’s quite an achievement getting to the beach WITHOUT becoming entangled in either of the hounds leads and WITHOUT spilling our coffee!