Puddle Jumper / January 18 2007
What is it with dogs and water? Well my dog, anyway. She just loves the stuff.
It has been raining heavily here for the past few days, and the BMX track on the ‘rec behind the house that Audrey and I presently call home, has become completely flooded. Whilst this is an immense disappointment for several Derbyshire cyclists, it is a dream come true for little Audrey.
She knows that if it has been raining during the night, our morning walk will have great puddle-potential. She will wake me an hour earlier than is usual. And ten minutes later I am being pulled in great clumsy leaps, bleary-eyed and panting, with limbs flailing crazily in all directions – rather like a member of Pan’s People, but with less grace and control – down the hill towards the ‘rec. Once inside the gate and off the lead, she’s off, propelled like some kind of hairy cruise missile, locked precisely on to its target.
And there she is, delightfully happy at last to be jumping and splashing like Tigger in the newly-created, BMX mini-lake system that the English weather fashioned just for her. She tries her paw at swimming in the deeper regions - doggy-paddle, obviously.
She displays the very same rampant enthusiasm whenever we visit the local babbling brook or when we jump into the car for a trip to the beach. I think she may have been a dolphin in a past life. Or Johnny Weissmuller, perhaps.
Mind you, she hates having a bath – the actual soapy bathing part, anyway. She goes bounce-crazy once the bath is finished. It is one of her favourite games, her tearing dangerously around the house, full of doggy vim and delirious abandonment, with me following, pleading helplessly for her to hold still, clutching a big towel.
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3 comments on “Puddle Jumper”
Jo Beaufoix / January 21st, 2007 at 12:13 pm
Napoleon
Could it be possible that Audrey has already soaped and lathered herself while you were out? Perhaps she regularly takes wine and a good novel up to your luxurious salle de bain and delights in your best bubble bath and eau de cologne. Perhaps she even trims her little whiskers and borrows a little of Nelson’s lippy and false eye lashes?
This would explain her disdain at having to be bathed again in a much less ladylike manner. She may even have just popped out for a shampoo and set, so your well meant refining administrations may infact be wholly unneccessary and well, downright annoying.
Perhaps next time you prepare for these canine ablutions you should just take a little sniffter of Eau d’Audrey and study her sweet furry face to see if those fluttering lashes are a little more sweeping than usual. You might get a surprise.
It may also explain the dark hairs that
Jo Beaufoix / January 21st, 2007 at 5:46 pm
whoops, missed a bit. I was going to say it might explain those strange dark hairs you keep finding in the bath.
yum.
Napoleon Fantastic / January 22nd, 2007 at 3:32 pm
So that’s what she has been up to. Thanks for the girly advice, Jo.
I’ll keep a closer eye on her at bathtimes now.
As for the dark hairs in the bath, some of the shorter and more curly ones are probably mine.
Ta-ta!
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