I hadn't had a conversation with my favorite dog, Dennis for a long time. The first time I talked with him, he had just survived his first field trial. I talked to him again when I took him to another hunt and he won. I decided maybe it had been too long and figured we should have a talk.
Me: You've been jumping a bunch of rabbits lately.
Dennis: I love it when I can see them tear out of the briars, scared to death.
Me: Well, it sure makes it fun to run when you jump so many. You had five jumps yesterday.
Dennis: Yeah well . . .
Me: So, uhhmm, keep it up.
Dennis: By the way, I've been wanting to ask you something.
Dennis: How come we haven't been going to those things where dogs bark all the time?
Me: Field trials?
Me: I've just been enjoying running. We'll go again sometime.
Dennis: Seems to me like you've just been enjoying riding horses.
Me: Well, that to.
Dennis: Is it because I didn't do so well that last cast in the finals? You know at the World with all those dogs.
Me: Didn't do so well--you stunk Bud!
Dennis: I know, I kinda lost my head a little.
Me: A little?
Dennis: All right, I was running around like a nut job.
Me: Yep! I was so proud of you the two casts before that. You looked like a million bucks. I knew you were going to be famous. A World Champion. And then--WOW!
Dennis: At least I got my picture taken. Anyway, if I looked so bad then why are you raising all these pups out of me? Are you wanting to replace me?
Me: No. I hope you will be an amazing reproducer, like your dad, Logan Elm Neal. You know something special, kind of like magic in a bottle.
Dennis: I know what kind of magic you want in a bottle.
Me: OK, enough conversation. Time for you to get back in the box.
I guess I'll never learn. Talking to dogs is probably a sign of being a little crazy or frustrating enough to make me crazy.
Today I ran Dennis, JJ, Dilly, DK, and Martha. It was 62° and sunny.