Trooper here reporting in. I went "crabbing" this morning. Ice on the windshield, spitting rain, sun no where to be seen - and the woman goes crabbing at 7am on a Sunday morning. Something about Gumbo for Christmas dinner this year What is Gumbo anyway?
Well, it was earlier than7am cos we had to pick up the crab trap from Timberline in Pass Christian as some critter had broken into it and Mamma had to repair it.
Add insult to injury, she stopped, before getting to the beach, at Save-Alot and got some chicken necks. And here I am on "back seat" training (not allowed in the front seat) and she has those chicken necks sitting in the passenger seat all the way to the beach. But, I was a good dog and just hung my head over the seat looking at them thar chicken necks all the way to the beach. Then what does she do? She puts every last one of them into the trap. Nary a one for me.
Then off to the beach she heads with me in tow. It was low tide at 7am this morning. She walked all the way out to the old pier that Camille took and Katrina finished off. Well, she walked but I had to swim. She is six foot tall and I am but six months olde and not quite up to her knees yet. I did try sitting on the crab pot while she was fastening it to the pier - but she made me get off and get back into the brrrrrrr.... water. Sometimes Mamma says I am just too smart for my own good.
I love the beach. Love to bark at them silly birds and wow, all them fun sticks. I just love sticks. I would roll in the dead fish we find from time to time - but, she gets mighty miffed if I try to do that.
I am shooting up like a weed she says - and I do not now my own strength. All legs these days - I am going to be a big tall dog.