What's this Labrador up to?
Pretending to be a Eurasion Coot, he is, so he's up to no good.
Probably paddling along in the raft of Coots to sneak up on a Blackie, or a Teal, I'll bet.
Now I've never seen a dog indulging in the art of deception quite so blatantly. Some masters dress their dogs up in Camo vests and things but The Boss thinks a dog needs to look like a dog and I agree with him.
An honest dog should look like a dog and act like a dog - in my case that means being the loyal, reliable and affectionate hound that I am. And let's face it, you can't rely on humans to set the example these days.
I mean, take the banking Royal Commission. The Boss is still angry that no big wigs have gone to gaol for their despicable behaviour. He was particularly incensed by the evidence given by Commonwealth Bank chief Matt Comyn, when he related how he had urged his former boss, Ian Narev, to stop selling junk credit card insurance.
"Temper your sense of justice!" Narev told him, according to notes Comyn took at the time.
How is it that a bloke in charge of the biggest bank in the country thinks it's okay to rip people off?
The Boss says there was a time when bank managers were pillars of the community and you could trust them to "do the right thing."
Nowadays they seem to look mainly at what they can get away with without being caught and without obviously breaking the law.
The Boss says this will all lead to more regulations because that's what politicians do when this sort of thing happens but he thinks that is a tragedy: somehow people have lost their sense of morals. They do what is expedient, rather than what is the right thing to do.
So the annual Edelman Trust Barometer tells us that just 52% of the Australian population have trust in the business community. And its even worse for politicians: just 42% of Australians trust them - and only 40% of people trust the media.
The Boss reckons the test of whether someone is decent and trustworthy is to watch what they do when nobody is looking. And that includes a dog, he says, looking at me sternly.
It's not easy to hold his gaze at this point because he knows that I know that I am capable of eating some really ugly stuff when he's not in the vicinity.
And I will hop into the garbage bin if someone leaves it open with a chicken carcass inviting me to partake.
But I always look suitably guilty afterwards and accept my punishment - if wagging my tail a lot and whimpering won't get me out of it.
Then again, I draw the line at wearing a shuttlecock on my nose. Woof!