my dog is crazy
My dog is crazy.
We both enjoy time at the local river where I attempt to fish, and he does his best to retrieve my line and lure. As you might imagine, his efforts are inversely proportional to the number of fish I catch.
Normal dogs enjoy chasing Frisbees, balls, and sticks. My dog is enamored with rocks. If I pause my pursuit of fish, he searches for a substantial stone to push around shore with his nose – barking the entire time. This makes some sense, because he is a herding dog and you know, rocks are just begging to be herded.
If I take a few moments to rest, or enjoy the scenery, the dog hounds me to throw rocks. I usually oblige, plunking them in the water up and down the shoreline. He chases these tirelessly in spite of his rare success rate in retrieving them. I usually wear out before he does.
My dog is a good dog. And, he is crazy.