Saturday, I worked on the Mother's Day extension of the waterfolly while everyone was off to visit relatives down south in concrete world.
I was pretty busy removing sod, moving sand, dumping pebbles, and assembling a bench thingie, so the dogs were more or less unsupervised.
I wasn't really concerned about Feather getting into mischief since she picked a spot on the porch where she could adore me as I worked.
It was her brother, Flounder, that I was a little concerned about, because every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of him in pursuit of Hoot the rooster.
You might recall that we've talked about this slow motion old dog vs old rooster chase before.
It's all harmless since he never catches Hoot, plus old Flounder's canines and incisors are not very sharp anymore.
I was too busy, the day was too hot, and my time slot for finishing was shrinking quick, so I didn't really pay close attention to the dog vs bird drama going on, except when the two of them would trot past my location.
Eventually, Hoot gave Flounder the slip and Flounder wandered over to where I was watering in a newly planted Plumbago.
He was hot, panting heavily, and his tongue seemed to be hanging down to his knees.
I gave him a drink of water from the hose, poured the cool water over his back, and rubbed it in through his oily labby coat. He seemed to be calming down.
Then I continued watering the plants.
There was a splash behind me ...
BAD DOG, FLOUNDER!
Don't tell you know who that he got in the pond.
...I really like this dog.