I don’t know about you, but I dream about the summer sun all winter long. It really is my favourite season… once I get my hair cut that is. It feels good to get those two large bags of coarse, white insulation off me and into the nests of the birds in the woods around the cottage. Knowing that I am sharing such a valuable resource with others makes me feel noble. Sadly, this means I am not able to make as many really great hair donations to the couch and the black clothing of the humans around me. Although they seem to protest and run shrieking for the lint brush when they discover my furry deposits, I can’t help but think all the fuss is just for show. Who wouldn’t love such great, and extra wiry decor on furniture and clothing? Cool in the summer, warm in the winter. Humans. Sometimes I just don’t get them.
A daily treat for me is when I am able to convince Deb to play my favourite game in the long list of games I love. It starts with me pacing back and forth a few hundred times to get her attention and then magically, my green rubber bone is produced and I hear a bunch of words including one that makes me go crazy B-E-A-C-H. Well I know the way and am fast on my feet, so off I run with my lumbering human behind.
The game is simple. I spit the bone out and Deb throws it into the water for me. Unlike most Parson Russell Terriers, I am made for swimming. I have giant sized paws and awesomely strong shoulder muscles. A sleek swimmer’s physique if I do say so myself. I am on that bone in a matter of seconds. I bring it back, making sure to cool Deb off by shaking all my excess water her way. Then, guess what? I spit out the bone and the game starts all over again. I can play” Bone Throw” long after Deb and her friends and her friends’ children are tired of it. And at the end of the day, I feel I have made a valuable contribution to the quality of life of the humans who adore me. What could be better than that? Well, maybe a snack. Did someone say snack? Ah, such sweet dreams.