unusually for us, we went to a big, popular play field during dog-walking time. we met three old friends, of which two are dogs, on their way home. Sam had a glorious run, but stayed on the extendable lead since the field is open to traffic, and we know how mad/unlucky he can be.
so we galloped and leapt a bit. i was unwisely wearing light trousers, which were soon covered by a fetching pattern of mud droplets. Sam's underbelly went from white to dark chocolate.
as we were about to leave, a little jack russell came up to us. it was so quick i hadn't had time to reduce Sam's lead length, and so he pounced, and the little dog scampered. Sam couldn't follow, obviously, so of course the terrier came back for more. Sam jumped, and she ran. rinse (impossible in all that mud) and repeat, while i exchanged grins with her (Polly, i think) owner. it seemed like they both had great fun, and i was pleased to see that this dog, at least, understood Sam's playful intentions. i know he's not out to harm, but i haven't been sure if strange dogs saw it that way... or their owners.
back home, i got Sam into the bath tub immediately. he was remarkably quiet and tolerant about being hosed down, perhaps because he already was soaking wet. or maybe he doesn't think chocolate suits him?
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