However, on this special occasion, I was once again permitted on to the humans' treasured raft. As some of you may know, as a water addict, I can sometimes find boats a little... restricting. More often than not, the humans have spent the entire duration of the trip preventing me from diving off the back of the boat into that murky channel of loveliness. Such killjoys, those humans.
Having had a break from the boat for a while, the humans finally thought that it was time to allow me to enjoy/stress myself again, so on the boat we jumped.
Admittedly, the first twenty minutes or so were slightly, er, frantic, as those humans just kept getting in the way. I'd slyly nudge my way over to the side, discretely put my paws on the edge of the boat and then, WHAM, a human would intervene and knock me off from making my break into the Thames.
After a while, when I had tired those humans out (always works, trust me), I decided that perhaps I wasn't in the mood for the water that day, and made myself at home on one of the humans deckchairs whilst she was helping sort out the ropes at a lock- warming up seats is my speciality. As a dog of higher status than my humans, obviously the only solution was to then pick me up and lay me down on her lap for the rest of the journey. Snuggles, up and down the Thames... Bliss.
Unfortunately, there were two things wrong with my day as a sailor:
1. I had to wear a fluorescent-orange lifejacket, which was simply humiliating (but, of course, safety first!)
2. The humans decided to stop to have a barbecue halfway through the journey and yet they didn't give me a single sausage. Not ONE. Just cruel...
On the whole, I had a pretty fantastic day as a sailor, and the humans have said that they will definitely be more willing to take me out on it again (and I should hope so!).
Talk soon, Jasper x
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