She probably thinks I don’t want to go with her today but I do. I always do.
Put me near water or mud and I’m a happy pup: the messier, the splashier, the better dontcha know?
When my paddler goes off without me my heart just sinks like I’m GONNA DIE . . .
Until the ground rumbles, that big door opens, and here she comes in that littlier door just to see meeeeeee!
I try to be good but I just can’t help myself sometimes.
Things need to be chewed, mailmen scared off (especially that one in shorts dressed in BROWN), and anything soft smooshed with the seat of my furry bum.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I have it good and all that.
“But why can’t I go with you like all the time?” say my big brown-n-black eyes.
“Or give me a bite of that hamburger that smells so good?”
You big people just aren’t as nice as those little people like me who drop crumbs all the time. Yum! Yum!
I’ll wait for you here, I’ll wait for you there, I’ll wait for you anywhere.
‘Cause you are just the best, scratch my ears some more, and give me one of those crunchy things in that bag you just opened, k?
You think I don’t know what you are up to but I do . . . I watch you all the time and it’s not even weird.
Just bring me with you in the car, on the boat, in the tractor, or maybe for a ride!
Thank you for being my bestie. Sniff, sniff. I love you more,
Pictures are from the 2017 United States Canoe Association Nationals in Dubuque, Iowa except Gary and his German shepherd in the kayak. Paddlers love their dogs!