I lost the hound this morning ...

Manic moments pervade my life.

Early morning skies

We’re moving tomorrow ... I might have mentioned that in a previous post. It’s happened in a hurry as we were fortunate enough to find a hound-friendly home sooner than expected. It’s even closer to the beach AND it’s available immediately.

.... and early  morning reflections!

All well and good .... except when it comes to the packing. 

I should have left the kitchen for last.

We ran out of milk the other morning. Not a huge problem normally, but our house is anything BUT normal. Gav usually has cornflakes for breakfast and when there’s no milk, he has toast.

That would have worked .... but the toaster’s been packed!

I lost the hound for a moment this morning and a sudden totally irrational thought went through my head. I just couldn’t help it. 

Had she been packed too??

Rambling was necessary, in fact, rambling was ESSENTIAL 

... but I had to find the hound first!

It didn’t take long. The sun was shining and the waves were beckoning. I’d ordered sunshine especially for today as it’s the oldest lemming’s birthday. Mother Nature has obliged and we’ve had a blissfully sunshiny day. The hound has had the best of both worlds .... she’s chased ball after ball through the waves in the Bay and then carried her beloved Chiefs ball around the reserve.

If leaping into rivers was an Olympic event, Sam the ‘wannabee’ Chocolate Labrador would win hands down! I’ve yet to meet a hound that jumps as high or as far as him when he’s leaping after the ball. 

He DEFINITELY has springs in his hind-legs

 .... it must be ALL that kangaroo in his blood.

Often his leap starts BEFORE I’ve even kicked the ball. The look of confusion on his face when he hits the water and can see NO ball is priceless. My hound always watches the ball when I kick it but NOT Sam, he watches ME .... it’s the oddest thing. He’s quite obviously decided that Carol .... other Carol that is ..... DOESN’T kick the ball hard enough or far enough. 

I’m the one he always brings the ball back to and the practice I’m getting has improved my kicking no end.

Tomorrow might be interesting. Carol’s taking BOTH hounds to the reserve .... WITHOUT me. I’m working in the morning and .... oh yes, MOVING in the afternoon. There’ll be no photographic evidence of WHAT they get up to .... or DON’T, as the case might be.

“I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once!” 

~ the title of a book by Ashleigh Brilliant, author and cartoonist.

One of the neighbourhood kitties that's made itself quite at home ...

It doesn't even mind the hound.