Field Dog Wannabe

To compensate for me not getting to go Cherating with my friends just because she got poster presentation on Friday, she brought me to the local Central Park. Totally a different league if you mind to compare. Artificial field with artificial lake, nuff said. I would have prefer the Gasing Hill which is more physical demanding. Anyway according to her, Gasing Hill is a place for me to become a hooligan, this field is a place for me to be a well trained field dog. Understand the term? Nope.

First, observe and analyze the surrounding. My head keeps swiveling from left to right, like someone watching a tennis game, while taking note of the fun and danger at every corner.

I've known all along that Border Collie has been on her top of her wishlist. But I can assured her that's nothing about them which I can't do. I'm fast, agile and a high jumper too, in fact I might jump even higher. I just lack some passion in me. And all of a sudden I realized, I can HERD too. Is easy. Keep your head low, tip toed, and ambush! Yes, that's exactly what the herding breed does. Is so easy and being totally overrated.

Huh?! What?! Okay. She said I'm not herding, I'm ATTACKing. Anyway, the concept is pretty much the same. Forget the herding, field is meant for ZOOMIESsss... Whenever I run, I put all baggage, all worries and lost myself in the most euphoric sensation that I ever feel, as if I had returned to my mother's womb, a place where I feel so free, so safe and so pure.

As I patrolling the lake, I couldn't help but begin picturing myself strolling by the Cherating beach. I'm sure the feeling is the same, walking on four legs, searching out for potential interesting stuff along, while she laying on the sand, instead of grass, reading her paperback.

As I sample the water... Hmm, yummy. Is better than drinking salt water, right?

Reaching noon, I'm done sneaking around and wanted to settle down. She turned to me "Do you wanna do something?" Oh, no. I know exactly what she meant. Nope. I don't want to practice those eyes staring and heeling stuff on this wonderful day. She always insist that if we keep practising everyday for few years, one day I will be pawfect. But by the time I'm good enough, the world will probably have blown up, or something. Who knows whether 5 years later I'm still around. Why not enjoy yourself while you can. I totally advocate for the latter.