It was as if in the early hours of the morning the sun had cajoled the trees with its exhortations, “You can do it! You can do it!” And the leaves had whispered to the branches, “Leaf out! Leaf out!” And the branches had called to its roots, “Push! Push! Push! and suddenly, spring burst out in glorious, splendorous, luscious greenery.
Beau and I walked along the river in the early morning light savouring the sounds and sights, occassionally, he stepped to the water’s edge and grabbed a sip of cool mountain water and continued to run along the trail.
He spied a lone Canada Goose floating in the middle of the river.
With a leap and a bound, Beau splashed into the water and started madly paddling towards the goose.
The goose started madly honking and swimming in circles, flapping her wings as if to say, “Go Away!”
Which I think is exactly what I think she was saying!
Beau started paddling faster and trying to bark as he went and I stood on the banks calling at him to ‘Come back here!’
Beau finally heeded my calls and turned back towards shore.
The goose never quit honking, but she did quit flapping her wings when Beau turned around and came back to shore.
And thus ended the peace and tranquility of the morning.
And Beau’s only comment was…. “I think she was the goose on the deck! If she can invade my peace and my home, why can’t I disturb hers?”
What a dawg!
Oh… and here’s what the trees looked like…