Rottweiler

A day in the life of "Oliver"

The sand scattered behind as I run along the beach, my paws thundering as I pant. My people are in three different locations. Three! This had to be managed! I reach the waves where the little people are playing. One, two, three; yep still there and safe. I stop for a moment and watch them jump around and splash. I will join them soon but not now.

Off I run again, this time back to the car where the adult human is changing the smelly pants of the tiniest human. I circle the car, sniffing to make sure the smells are still the same before sitting at the big humans’ feet. I wait patiently as the small human is cleaned, watching all the people walk past.

‘Ok Oliver, let’s go,’ my human says, and I feel a hand rub my head. And with that, I race off again, this time to the other big human lying face down in the sand. Oh no! I run up to their face to check if their ok. They laugh and give me a hug, pulling me down onto the warm sand. Phew, just napping. I lick their cheek and taste salt. Salt, like the sea. Where the children are playing… The children! I look up towards the waves. I can see them, still splashing around, from where I am in the sand.

The big human holding the smallest human finally catches up, and sits down next to the one laying in the sand. Now I can finally see them all. I get up, huff, walk a few metres towards the sea then look back at my people on the sand one last time. They’re ok. It’s time. With all my might I run towards the sea and into the waves to join the little ones and they whoop with joy and laugh.