Fish breath

Yesterday, after work, Sheila and I met at the Alum Creek Dam for some exercise and therapy. Walking and talking with her is one of the highlights of my day and is an excellent way to catch up on the latest and greatest events happening in our lives. Yesterday started out with me meeting Nick to pick up Chino, and then Chino and I walking down to meet Sheila and Max. We walked and talked, stopping a bit for people to ask what kind of dogs we have (really, who cares?? Are you going to run out and get one if I told you that he was a limited edition Chowbrador that is only produced once every 10 years? Probably not.) and to pick up a couple of piles of loveliness that Chino and Max produced along the trail.

We walked over to the "beach" next to the lake, and since we had the place to ourselves, we let the dogs off of their leashes to run. Chino had found an abandoned tennis ball and Max was thrilled to pieces over it. They played in the sand and chased each other around, enjoying the evening. Of course, Chino decides to go wading into the water, up to his ankles, but that's to be expected. At least he chose not to dive in all the way (which would not have shocked me either).

As we walked, it was time to get the dogs back on their leashes and head back to the populated part of the trail. After ignoring my yells for him, Chino came bounding up to me, chewing on something. I told him to drop it, and he did. What I saw next wasn't what I was expecting. Was it a leaf? No. A dirt clump? No. A piece of grass? No. It was a piece of a very dead fish. Max was very interested in Chino's breath after this little snack. After Chino spit out the nasty fish, I imagine that their doggie dialog went something like this:

Max: Duuuuuuude...that was so awesome...lemme smell your breath.

Chino (panting): She didn't even realize how much I ate before I came back.

Max: Duuuuude...that was so awesome. You smell FANTASTIC.

Chino: Dude, get your snout out of my mouth and stop licking my drool.

Max: But it was so awesome...what you just did...with the fish...

Chino: Rookie. You'll figure it out sometime. This dead fish is small potatoes. What you need to do is wait until you find yourself a yummy pile of goose poop or a dead bird. When the lady lets you off the leash, drop and roll man, drop and roll.