Poor Old Pup

  Yesterday, the old dog nigh on refused to budge off his bed.  He was not about to go out in the rain for any reason.  All attempts to coax him out were soon aborted and I just let him be.  He snoozed away the day and had no problems throughout the night.  (Which was a good thing because I snoozed away the night and would not have heard him.)  This old dog does not like rain or water of any sort.  

  This morning was a different story altogether.  He was ready and eager to trot about the  hillside and actually made it to the end of the pier with little or no urging.  He was blissful just to be in the sunshine and watch the mullet jump in the Bay.  So blissful, in fact, that he was oblivious to all activity around him.

  At one point, Mark threw the net for minnows and caught a rather large mullet.  The fish was tossed on the pier where it flippity-flopped.  Mr. PJ was far too interested in the fish leaping out of the water to notice that one of those same fish was about to whop him.  I figured I had better do something with that fish before it scared the bejeebies out of the unsuspecting dog!

  I am sure that at some point, age will put a nix on the trips to the pier for Mr. PJ but, for now, we go as often as his old legs will take him.  The pier is one of the old dog's favorite places to be.  There he can soak up a bit of sunshine, feel the breeze on his face AND get whopped by a bouncing fish!