Hotter than a hoochie coochie

Because I strongly dislike my job and because I'm fortunate enough to be able to do so, I played hookie today on account of my mental health. There's really nothing wrong with me, but just go with it. So, B and I took Klaus-man down to the Hooch (Chattahoochee river for any non-southern folks that might find themselves reading this) for some nice cool play time (he's got long hair so he gets mighty hot mighty fast). It's nice because where we are is fairly shallow, so we can wade out a little ways and play fetch with Klaus upstream. If his fetch drive wasn't so strong, he'd just let the ball ride the current back to him.  As it is, he can't resist and takes giant leaps to get to the ball as quickly as possible, using up his puppy energy and leaving a path marked by large patches of mud that was disturbed by his leaping. Here are some pictures of him. Oh yeah, by the way, I'm obsessed in love with my dog. My apologies for any discomfort or annoyance this might cause you.