There's a wild blackberry patch on our early morning walk. Both the dogs like to pick and eat the berries. However, Bumby, who is now a 9 year old shaggy grey mess of a mongrel (not unlike myself were I to stop coloring my hair...) delights in the berries with a joy that wiggles her entire body with anticipated delight. She grabs the berries with her front teeth, she gobbles, her tail wags and her whole body curves in an ecstatic dance.
Little Bear, now 10 and generally more serious in his outlook, likes the berries too, and yet he eats with a single minded focus, moving in a straight line, direct and intent on the prize--much like the sled dog he is, pacing steadily along a straight track.
But Bumby's childlike joy! What a sight to see! And as with children, I have to finally say, 'Okay, time to go...", and I pull them away, as they stretch back, eyes looking longingly at the berries.
I do love dogs.
Love dogs, you can have ours, he's been nothing but a bloody menace since he got back from the kennels!
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