Monday slash Tuesday: Reservoir Dog

Rossville Reservoir, Sawyers Bay.  About a 4 k walk from our house over the hill separating Port Chalmers from this neighbouring ruralish burb.  These are somewhat mediocre images but I'm all articulated out right now and this is my saying something nice for a fucking change without having to use too many words.

*ruins it by swearing*

To say that Felix enjoys water is slightly inaccurate; he's more obsessed than romantically attached, shivering and hypothermic after half a dozen cool-weather retrieves whilst needing more, barking at and biting the ocean, appearing out of nowhere to violently interfere with hose spray, spending summer blowing bubbles in and fishing pebbles out of his paddling pool.  

The Lovely R does not swim but I am a water beast and understand Felix's preoccupation.  Not much beats submerging one's head on a hot day and literally drowning out the sound of other people.  Good times.

Instagram may have persuaded you water ceases to be wet unless garnished with totally candid full-cakeface bikini shots, however recent studies have shown that muff stubble and streaky orange legs are associative, not causative.

There is a sign that says no dogs.  I cropped that out of the frame.  This is our potable water and yes, it is now heavily spiced with canine but it is also heavily chlorinated downstream.  Which is fortunate given the number of baked teenagers fornicating in and around this fair body in summer.

I for one am grateful for the taste of bleach.

Blog-wise, this will be a lite, image-y sort of week (unless serious inspiration strikes very hard) since I've got a tonne of real-world shit to do and want to get some writing for the next book done.  Will still be posting, tho, so you might see something you like.  Have a good one.

*   Random Link- I dare you   *   Cook something   *   Look at stuff   *   Read my words, bitch   *

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