So, Leap Day … I’m all for leaping, especially if the humans let me run free, free, free … which they don’t very often because I’m an EvilWickedHusky and also full of German Shepherd brains, which means I think about things. Like, yes, you want me to come back but I want to sniff this thing over here and maybe eat it, so first I’ll sniff and maybe snack. Then I’ll come back. You just be patient and wait. (You shouldn’t have taught me the concept of “first … then …” if you didn’t want me to apply it. Oh. Do I have to stay on my rope the whole time?)
But yesterday it was like Spring, even though it was Winter, and we went for an Adventure to the place we get to go in Summer. We drove and we drove and we drove … and there was the ferry. You don’t drive on ferries. You sit and say “Grr” out the window at the ferry-guy, because he’s walking up and down the ferry in a Suspicious Manner. He’s up to something. Why do the humans always roll my window up?
So here we are, on the Evandale Ferry.
And then we drove some more. Some people call it the bog road. I’m not sure why. But we have a Jeep!
And we had a picnic. Picnics are good. The humans did not take pictures of me eating ham sandwich crusts, but I did. I had to. The humans forgot to pack any dog biscuits. Foolish humans! But I got to have tea, too, so that was okay. And I like to sit in the sun and look at things and smell the wind.
Here is the River.
At this time of year it is supposed to be all ice, the humans say. It isn’t. Look at the ice floating by. It might be cat-ice, strong enough to hold a cat. It was not strong enough to hold a dog. I tried to stand on some and it sank. No leaping across ice-floes like my arctic ancestors. (Maybe that’s why the humans kept me on my rope?)
Look, it’s Leap Day and I’m leaping! Leap! Leap! Leap!
(Do you know how many times I had to do that before the humans got a photo that had more than my tail in it? But that’s okay. I like jumping over things.)
I went downriver to visit the Terrors, Bonnie & Macintosh. They’re my friends. But their humans weren’t home and when they barked out the window I suddenly remembered that sometimes they look after a Truly Evil dog who is scary and I had a panic attack and tried to run away. I know the Truly Evil dog is about the size of my head, but he’s still Truly Evil and Scary. (The human says, Mr Wicked, you’re supposed to be a great tracker, can’t you tell from the widdle that Evil Dog isn’t here? But how does she expect me to apply logic when I’m having a panic attack?)
[The human thought she took a picture of Bonnie and Macintosh through their window, but the truth is, the human can’t see what she’s doing with her phone without her reading glasses, which she does not normally wear when Adventuring, and apparently she didn’t. Which is too bad, because they looked very cute with their wee Scotch noses pressed up to the window and their little tails waggling.]
We went to look at the River again to soothe my nerves.
We couldn’t go home on the Gagetown ferry. The government cancelled it again and this time they’ve really made sure it’s cancelled. Look at those big posts in the road. I widdled on them. Now the guys who watch the security camera that watches the sign in case of vandalism have something to look at. (Widdling on signs is not vandalism; it’s just being a dog.) Look, that’s Scovil’s Landing over there. I like the road from Scovil’s Landing. It has trees and osprey and wild sunflowers and more osprey, and turtles and milkweed and horses and mules to bark out the window at … going over the big bridge is boring and so is the highway. There’s no ferry guy to bark at on the highway. And what about the birds? This ferry had a bird-house and tree-swallows on it. What happens when the swallows come back and their ferry is gone? Humans should think more about these things.
Well, no ferry to Scovil’s. So we drove and we drove and we drove, and we came home and had supper. I was very tired from all the excitement. And that was my adventure. At least I didn’t have to have a bath. All my mud fell off in the car.