Today my husband and I took Rainy on a morning walk to Echo Lake. I begged him to take a few minutes away from our remodeling and walk with Rainy and I. She was so excited to be walking with the both of us….a special occasion indeed!!
So we drive over to the lake as we wrestle her to the back seat and she fights to try and drive, we park and off she goes like a bullet. We are having a nice walk when she spots the water down a deep incline and off she goes down to the water but WAIT!!!>>>>>she spots something dead and stinky and of course she has to roll. We are yelling and shouting expletives but we are too far away….she knows she is safe from our anger. We fall and roll down the rocky hill to get to her before the damage is done but we are just too late. By the time we are close enough she takes off again and we can see the rotten, dead fishy ooze that is dripping from her side and ear. There is nothing left to do but grab the dreaded stick and get her to get in the water. You know how i feel about sticks but this was a state of emergency.
For 15 solid minutes my husband threw the stick and she chased it into the water.
She was like a crazed wild animal….so intense was her need to run and play.
After we saw the ooze has been washed away we watched her chase the stick. The bottom dropped off quickly so she was having to swim right when she got in. She developed an interesting techniques of jumping off the shelf bottom and leaping for the stick then swimming back
In the end she still smelled like dead fish but at least we got her home without killing her with our bare hands!!