Louie's deeply-buried water-dog gene

Two days ago, Person DS turned up - with a car! I think it was Person SM's car, the all-round nice guy who pleaded with Person D to adopt me in July. Person D got very excited and took Kiya and I down to the car. But I did not understand why Persons D and DS bundled me into the boot of the car (even with a blanket laid down), while Kiya got to sit next to Person D??

So I put on my most pitiful face.






Hoping to win over the heart of Person D.




But she ignored me! So I tried even harder..




To no avail.. At one point I did try to clamber over the seat but she promptly chided me. Fine! While Person D was patting Kiya, the pretend-to-be goody-four-shoes,




I barfed. HA! Here I am, wide-eyed after throwing up.





We finally got to the beach. It was hot, desert-scorching hot, with bleached white sand. Home-coming! I ran happily into the water but found that I was still leashed. How pesky.







Do I look like a supermodel or what?




Kiya had confided in me one sleepy morning (when the humans were out working) that she loves the water. She is fascinated by anything watery. Yet, when she approached the sea, a freak wave rolled in and frightened her! I laughed at her and jumped into the water again.









I think after a while, she decided she would follow me into the water. We swam abreast, happily. She is quite a good swimmer. I even tried to use her as a float for a while, putting a paw on her solid black raft-like body, but Person D glared at me. So, instead, I got out of the water, sprinted around the pack several times, and play-growled at Kiya to get her to play catch with me, but she wouldn't budge from the water. Huh! She merely paddled on.









I called out to her to quit acting like a black mandarin duck but she wouldn't listen. She was mesmerized by something bobbing in the water - that's Kiya and her 'thing' for watery stuff.

Whatever. I shook myself dry.






Turned out to be a group of boys playing in the water with a football. So it was a double-fetish: large balls and water. Kiya was hooked.

She finally got out of the water.




And she looked like a mutt. Person D somehow found that very endearing.




Person DS found a shady spot, and while it was relief for Kiya's paws as the sand was scorching hot (not me, though. I have naturally-thick hair padding my paws), we wanted to go into the water again.







It was a good day.