On a Beautiful Day Like This

Lots of walkers, skiers and other dogs had found their way from the city to the shores of the Rosenkälla bird lake this splendid winter morning. This meant we got to practise meetings, which is always a good thing. I think I did well. People tend to fuss over me instead of just walking past us, which requires extra determination and willpower.

Mum decided that we should walk out on the ice to check if she could possibly climb to reach a geocache. She decided she couldn't, and by the time she looked back at me, I had gone further out on the ice and found something. Mum yelled Here. I come back instantly 99 out of a 100 times. This was the hundredth time, and that means only one thing.

Mum had to come after me. Inexplicably, a rib of a small animal lay on the ice in front of me. She said I couldn't have it, angrily, and threw it further out on the ice which was a very bad idea. I ran after it, obviously, and she had to follow. Stupid and dangerous, because the ice wasn't super thick. She grabbed me. I was angry. She was angry. Not our finest moment. We were soon friends again, and had a great walkie, but mum says she needs to deal with this better next time.