Reminded of walking along the beach on Gooseberry Island up there in Massachusetts, and Stray and I passed this woman who was letting her dog play in the water.
Now... this was a nice April day, but up there the water is still plenty cold...
The dog was dashing about in the water and having a good old time investigating the hermit crabs and various things that moved... but he'd suddenly jerk his head up, stand very still and start whining in distress.
This caught our attention.
The woman mumbled to us that she didn't understand what his problem was, it wasn't like him to whine that much.
We stood and talked with the woman for a while, and each time this dog would start whining we'd stare at the dog and puzzle over his predicament... what ever it was.
Then... I saw it.
I said "Ah haaaaah!" in a low tone and very slowly, with a subtile hint of a snicker.
Stray saw it at the same time and smirked "That mystery's solved."
The woman looked at us wide eyed "What? What is it?"
I said "I notice your dog is not nuetered."
"Huh?"
Stray is laughing in great booming barks HAH HAH HAH!
I pointed at her dog... angled just so the view was unobstructed to his private parts.
And that cold waters of the Atlantic gently lapped up and submerged the poor dog's balls!
Each time, the dog would jerk his head up and whine.
Yup.
I shoulda known.
Each year we would be in a hurry to get in that water our selves, and Stray would react just about the same way...