The heat has eased off a bit here the last few days so we decided to head over to our local beach. I mean it's not the ocean, and we don't get to make a day of it and go out to lunch and stuff, but, hey, it's something to do on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
When we got there, we lucked out and found a nice shady spot near the short path down to the water to park. I was not about to do the hiking trail bit the way we do in the fall and winter. I like a bit of exercise as well as the next Scottie, but I wanted to save my energy for a good swim.
Down at the beach there was a lady and two little girls who were playing in the water. No prob. There are 2 benches. I got my feet wet but then decided I ought to explore the area around the river. No telling what's hiding in those weeds and after all the water wasn't going anywhere. Plenty of time or so I thought.
So I strolled around and was just thinking of taking a dip when I heard . . . whining. I mean there was no one else around and this whining was definitely of a canine nature. Good grief it was Tarquin who is not called the silly Wheatie for nothing. Seems the little girls had found a small board and were throwing it into the water and then wading out to get it. Of course being the all time toy hog that he is, he thought that stick should be his and he started crying. Come on!! It's a known fact: Scotties DON'T cry!
Well, of course, the kids felt sorry for him and let him have the darn stick. Then, and this I consider absolutely traitorous - Mom picks up the stick and throws it in the water for the crybaby. Then he actually goes into the water up to his chest to - and there's no nice way to say this - FETCH THE STICK. Everyone knows I'm the one who swims. So, now Mom and the kids are throwing the stick and the wussey Wheatie is fetching like a madman. And, she's praising him to the skies. Sheesh!!!
No, come on, Frosty. Good girl, Frosty. What's the point? I didn't even bother going back into the water. Who wants to swim with a crybaby for cripes sake.
Love and kisses,