I’ve been fishing in France. Actually the Boss has been fishing and I just
watched. I have to say it is not the
most exciting pastime in the world but there were certainly some interesting
smells coming from his dishes of bait which I was forbidden to touch.
Eventually there was a little scurry of activity when a small fish appeared out
of the water on the end of his line but the Mrs was less impressed when his
next catch turned out to be a leaf. The
Boss said practice makes perfect and continued sitting in the sun dangling his
line in the water. After watching numerous fish jumping about in the lake and
breaking out of the surface of the water with a loud plop far from the Boss’ reach I was so frustrated that I decided to take
matters into my own hands and dived in to find a few of these slippery little
blighters for him. All hell broke loose
- you would have thought he would be pleased I was helping out but no, exactly
the opposite, apparently I had got it wrong again, dogs can’t fish they can only watch!
Upon surfacing from my swim I broke my stroke to turn my head and
realised the Boss’ gesticulations, commands and general demeanour meant I should have
stayed on the bank and not entered the water.
You can’t help some people! I made sure
I regained dry land some way from the Boss' pitch and trotted off to see what
the Mrs was doing but she was deeply involved in painting an impression on
paper of the autumn trees until I shook all the water out of my coat, nudged
her arm for a cuddle and upset her concentration as well as the paint pot. Some colourful language emerged and I nearly
ended up with a colourful coat but it all washed off in the lake again which
finally signaled the end of the fishing expedition for that day. I just don’t understand why I can’t
retrieve the fish for the Boss, just like the pigeons. Will I ever learn all the rules.
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