Spectre's Nocturnal Activities

I woke up at 0400 to a wet nose on my forehead, and a low growl in my ear. Spectre had to go out. I stumbled down the dark hallway of the Gmachl Hotel (check out the view from our window...incredible...) and let Spectre out in their back acreage.

My buddy Max and I kid each other about "anthropomorphizing" our animals, but Spectre's innate Labrador reaction when he saw the pool (bottom right corner of pic) was Pure, Unadulterated Glee. He stopped, looked at me, and before the horrified reaction registered on my face, he had run full-speed ahead and launched himself into a Peter-Pan...

...and landed on the pool cover.

It made a terrible noise; John even woke up, wondering what all the commotion was about - not realizing our dog was the culprit. I was feverishly "whispering" commands under the window: "Hierhen Spectre!!!" "Spectre, kommst Du Hier!!!"

Picture a confused canine scrabbling on wet, corrugated plastic, trying to get to me, and sinking all the while. Ridiculous.

And then we got back to the room, and he started chewing on his bone.

Which he put in John's boot.