Black Dog on a Sunny Day
Hot, hot – where to go with my black lab Calvin. Needed water for my big black dog. Cherry Creek, where we have gone for swimming for years, was now clogged with trash in many places. The water trickled sickly by. The little beach just past it sticky and a mess.
Where to go, where to go. We tried south of a little cutaway a couple of miles away. We had never gone that way before; had never looked promising with lots of brush. We tried it anyway.
Then around a bend, a beach and the water flattened out into a clear pond. Calvin sprinted ahead and got to chase a duck. Then he dove in and came up with a large four foot stick. He carried it proudly and chased and chased it as I tossed it. Finally he attacked and killed a smaller stick.
A tennis ball was found just up the path and off he went up and over to a little rock water falls we never knew existed. Tossing the ball into the swirling water below the falls had Calvin jumping and swimming in after it.
Happy, wet dog accompanied me home. Nirvana in a clear stream. Black dog on a hot day.