we went swimming at pebble beach and mister ran back down to faun fountain. what joy to see him run. people asked if he was a puppy. what a thrill. i know he's not a young puppy, and what a thrill.  we don't stop being puppies and kids, we get to be old puppies and old kids, and love is inexhaustible. 
we got home and had a bath. mister resolved to stay under the kitchen table so i had to carry him into the tub, like i carry him into the lake, and when he comes out he hops around like a sprite. he gets a banana for being a good boy.