Monday, July 27, 2009

Puppy Love

It was one of those times I wish I had the presence of mind to take pictures. This is what happened.

It was a few days before the start of Fete de Geneve. We were walking by the lake, somewhere near the weirdly named Baby Plage and the boat rental place. We see this guy hurrying past some swans, swinging his little dog (a Jack Russell terrier type) up past the snapping beaks. Then he cradled the dog on his chest, the leash hanging free.

He ran to the end of a little dock, taking off his shoes and clutching them in his other hand. We saw a little motorboat approaching. He got ready. The dog's tail was wagging so much it was a blur.

The boat stopped. The guy jumped on to the front of the boat (okay, I don't know my boat turns, but it's the part that looks like a car's hood). The fiberglass was slippery. He skidded. And...plop....the little dog dropped into the water. We started towards the dock.

In the next second the guy dove in, fully clothed, with the backpack on his back, dropping his shoes.

In the meantime the dog managed to get close enough to the boat for the couple in the boat to haul him abroad. Shaking himself vigorously the dog jumped towards the back of the boat where his owner (or was he the guy's owner? Who knows?) was trying to get on the boat. He kept barking and whining until the guy flopped on board, then licked his face a million times.

I think the guy never found his shoes, his clothes were soaked and his backpack was dripping wet. But nothing mattered to either of them. The couple in the boat were laughing loudly as they finally sped away.

Feel free to say Awwwwwwwww! If that was not love I don't know what it is.

3 comments:

Phonon said...

We missed a guaranteed Youtube hit.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

I say, awwwwwwwwww.

Suchismita said...

There's no love, like dog love. we have two and get more than the daily requirement of love.