Jeff went out fly fishing yesterday and decided to take our border collie Gus with him.  In my mind I imagined this beautiful scene of my handsome husband casting his line into the rippling stream as a light snow fell.  Gus our regal border collie laying on the bank patiently waiting for his master to be done fishing.  Well, apparently this is not how Gus’s first fly fishing trip went.  When Jeff came home I asked how he did and how well Gus liked it.  Jeff said that he caught one but lost it before it was landed.  My wonderful husband then proceeded to reenact how well Gus like fly fishing (this was truly entertaining).  Gus is known for his dislike of water which surprised me when Jeff showed me all these pictures of Gus in the stream.
At first Gus thought this was just another adventure with dad thought the woods.  When they got to the stream Gus hung out at the edge of the stream while Jeff got set up.  As Gus was looking around Jeff made his first cast.  This is when the peaceful picture I had in my mind fell apart.  My regal, well bred sheepherding border collie was overcome by the need to chase Jeff’s fly.  Jeff would cast and Gus would proceed to run back and forth chasing the fly.  Although Gus found this to be amazing it brings me back to all the times my dad would tell me “Quit making so much noise you’ll scare all the fish!”.  By this time I’m sure that every trout in a mile radius now knew my husband and Gus were fishing.  When Jeff got to his next fishing location he told Gus his new job would be stay in the truck and guard it with your life.  I don’t know if Gus knew he was being left out of fun fishing time, but he takes every job he has seriously even guarding the truck.