This morning I arose early once again, decidedly odd behavior on my part, to do a 14-mile bike ride through the beautiful countryside with an old college roommate of mine. Well, she's not old, it's just that.. oh, never mind. You know what I mean.
Though it's rather difficult to have a conversation during a 14-mile bike ride on roads one bike following the other, and the whir of cars passing here and there, we did manage to chat about a few things. Would any discussion of mine not involve my cute little (well, maybe not little....) Soph-a-loph? (Geez, mom, I'm a GERMAN SHEPHERD... could you PLEASE not refer to me like that? It's humiliating...).
I think not. Sooner or later, the talk turned predictably to dogs. Apparently my friend's aunt has a "Kuvasz" (pictured). I'd never heard of it, but perhaps I didn't hear her correctly, among the cars whirring, the wind blowing, the bike gears clanking (okay.. it needs a tune-up) and my own heavy breathing...
At any rate, turns out her aunt (or it could have been friend? or sister? I couldn't hear...) was looking for a protective, but not ferocious dog (ahem, German Shepherd?), and she ended up with this "Kuvasz." So... on a visit to the aunt/friend/sister... whatever... not important to the story..., she picked up a ball and threw it for the Kuvasz.
My friend said the dog just lay there and thought shruggishly: "oh... I guess you wanted the ball over THERE, then..."
It's hard to chuckle and bike uphill....