Gone Fishin’
Tuesday, April 3, 2012 at 9:08 PM
When Joss tumbles out of the car onto the moor each morning, he has only one thing on his mind: fishing! He sets straight off in the direction of a pond (his pond of choice varies), pausing only to make sure I’m trotting along behind.
Once he’s in the water, time means nothing. Hours could slip by and he wouldn’t notice. Other dogs appear, splash, swim and go loopy. Joss ignores them, calmly pursuing his patient pawing at the water. He’s a dog on a mission and he’s focused.
What’s he searching for? Nothing in particular. Old balls, broken frisbees, submerged sticks. Any treasure he can unearth from the soft mud beneath the water puts a ridiculously satisfied grin on his face. And he refuses to emerge until he can emerge triumphant.
Yesterday’s trophy was a pan scrubber. Today it was…well I’m not sure what it was. But it made this dog very happy.
Reader Comments (2)
How sweet. hehe I love the ripples in that first photo.
Beautiful boy, is Joss...Did you let him take that thing into the house, Helen?! ;o) haha... Happy Day ((HUGS)) Looking forward to reading your Changing Places series this week! ((HUGS))