American Cocker Spaniel

A day in the life of "Ellie"

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Off I go! Where did he throw it? It’s so hard to tell where that fast yellow ball goes. He tricks me every time, throwing it in a different direction making me work harder and harder. I must use all my assets, sniff out the ball, and move FAST. I sprint to one corner of the garden, rustle through the bush and garden bed. I can hear mum moaning, I think she said “not again Ellie…’. She didn’t seem too impressed. That’s okay, me and my human friend Charlie are playing fetch. She wouldn’t understand, it’s a game of speed! The ball wasn’t on that side of the garden, I must try the other side. My paws go up and down as fast as they can, I can feel the damp soil squish between my claws. Boy, this is fun. Wait, is that the yellow ball I’ve been looking for? Faster! I rush straight toward the back fence and in-between mum’s favourite pink flowers is my prized possession. I stuff my nose right in, get a bit of dirt on my face, and collect the ball. I run back to Charlie, tail wagging profusely, and drop the dirty ball off at his feet. He gives me a pat but doesn’t reach down to pick up the ball again. Don’t tell me he’s going inside already. Yep, he’s heading inside… I can join him on his lap while he watches that big rectangle on the wall but I’ve got something better in mind.

How good is dirt! I roll in it, making sure every inch of my fur gets this great feeling sensation, and better yet I can sunbake in my favourite spot in the garden.

Uh oh, I hear mum and Charlie coming. They don’t appreciate the dirt baths I have as much as I do…