Following Daddy Jim along this pathway near the lake ~
across this field
usually coveted by other dogs
in the summertime
passed the pure white birches
we head directly for another bench closer to the water's edge.
Where's Mr. Orangie, Jim?
Over there?
Over where?
Oh I see what you are talking about.
I understand English, you know!
Here I come back for more after ~
I dunk myself and shake all over Jim!
Only seems like a fair trade off
as we return to the car
walking under the red maples ~
~ a little too soon for my liking,
I might add!
