Ice Bergs
03/04/10 13:58 Filed in: Pawsonal
Mactaquac is a long way away. It takes many breaths
in the wheeled rolling room to get there. Sometimes,
it's too far. Sometimes I have to make sweet smelling
brown logs so badly that I can't hold it until we get
all the way to Mactaquac.
Fortunately, today was NOT one of those days. With the ball of fire smiling down on us and the air warm and dry, Dad and I got into our wheeled rolling room and drove all the way out to Mactaquac. We'd already been to the place with the fields this morning so this was a bonus for me and for Dad.
It was so beautiful. The ball of fire felt so
nice on my coat and the ground underfoot was soft but
not mucky. Perfect. Dad says pretty soon the grass
will be green again but for now it's a nice wheat
colour, like me.
I love going to Mactaquac. It's beautiful and fun and quiet and perfect for playing ball with my Dad.
It seems like forever since we've gone out there and played on the tail of land surrounded by water. But today was the day! Finally.
We brought two of my orange balls and the long rope in case Dad tried to run away. And sunshine and cool breezes and blue skies.
Once again, I helped Dad practice throwing the orange balls: he'd throw them as far as he could and I would go running back and forth across the tail of land, bringing them back to him so he could throw them again. And every time I got hot (and this is what makes Mactaquac the BEST place in the world) I just had to jump down a short hill and into the water. It's so great. I cool off, shake myself a bit, then it's back to helping Dad with his throwing practice.
The only difference today was, some of the
water was SOLID. It was bright, white and solid. Like
snow, really. I tried to stand on it once but it
bounced and I had to step off into the water to avoid
falling over. Dad says the solid water is called an
"ice berg". It's like those two leggers have a
different word for everything!
So I swam in and among the ice bergs, drank the water and cooled off each time before having another go at the old orange balls. It's great to be back at Mactaquac, even if I have to share it with the ice bergs.
Fortunately, today was NOT one of those days. With the ball of fire smiling down on us and the air warm and dry, Dad and I got into our wheeled rolling room and drove all the way out to Mactaquac. We'd already been to the place with the fields this morning so this was a bonus for me and for Dad.
I love going to Mactaquac. It's beautiful and fun and quiet and perfect for playing ball with my Dad.
It seems like forever since we've gone out there and played on the tail of land surrounded by water. But today was the day! Finally.
We brought two of my orange balls and the long rope in case Dad tried to run away. And sunshine and cool breezes and blue skies.
Once again, I helped Dad practice throwing the orange balls: he'd throw them as far as he could and I would go running back and forth across the tail of land, bringing them back to him so he could throw them again. And every time I got hot (and this is what makes Mactaquac the BEST place in the world) I just had to jump down a short hill and into the water. It's so great. I cool off, shake myself a bit, then it's back to helping Dad with his throwing practice.
So I swam in and among the ice bergs, drank the water and cooled off each time before having another go at the old orange balls. It's great to be back at Mactaquac, even if I have to share it with the ice bergs.