rock hound, noun
1: a specialist in geology
2: an amateur rock and mineral collector
Rocks! I love the way they look, the way they smell, the way they feel in my mouth. There is nothing quite like just the right rock, recently excavated, and enjoyed after dinner like a fine cigar.
Not all dogs are natural rock hounds, however. And, to be honest, I don’t know if that was my original inclination or not. My good friend, Raider, introduced me to the joy of rocks when I was a mere pup. He lives next door to my puppy sitters, Kate and Sean. Raider is a bit older than I am, so he taught me a number of skills that every dog should know about – how to pee on bushes, how to operate a dog-door, as well as how to mine rocks.
I am lucky enough to have lots of balls and toys, but if you ever find yourself outside without something to play with…. voila! Rocks are almost always available. They come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and flavors. It is difficult, though not impossible, to carry very large rocks, but for some reason this seems to make humans laugh. I like diving for the ones at the bottom of a stream, digging for the ones deep under ground, and begging for the very cold ones that Mom and Dad put in their cocktails – but you have to chew those quickly because they disappear.
If you are in the market for a new hobby, I highly recommend rock collecting.