Sunday, August 19, 2007
Yesterday was fantastic.
Finally, Andrew and I were back at our favorite beach (Crissy Field), and we had hours of romping time.
But then it happened -- Andrew did his swimmin-thing and Dad was all over me to get into the water. Sigh! It's just not my thing.
Yes, I know I'm a Newfie and I know all the history (goodness, he's always reading books on Newfies, videos, Newfie Flix, you name it), but it just ain't in me.
And the whole "show thing". Nada. Nyet. No more grabbin my "you know what", opening my mouth, pulling on my tail. Pshaw!
So here I sit on the shoreline. Dad has left to congratulate Andrew (but look at him laying in the bushes -- the poor pup is just lost) and I am left to wonder just what Satchie is........................
I'm experiencing an existental crisis.
Okay, maybe I'm just a poser, a uh, uh, kind of a model. Not too bad, eh?
Well, this is a question to be pondered, there is no fast and easy answer.
Perhaps, in the end, I'm just lucky to have a new buddy to frolic with everyday.
Dog knows, I love him (even though he can't make his way up into the new wheels).
"Just take it one day at a time" (heard it on the Animal Planet). But, that means no beach today or next week cuz we have a show way up in the boondocks.
What's a Newf to do? (Don't say swim!!!!!!!!!!!)
Heck with it, I think I'll take a nap.