Even though we’ve had a pretty dry spring, the Sandy River was running hard and fast. Mom wouldn’t let me go in, but I saw some other dogs struggling and swimming sideways to come back to shore with their ball. Mom said the human was irresponsible, whatever that means. Me? If I can’t chase a ball or a stick, I’ll find some other dog to run with. And I did! Around and around and around.
Was I happy? You bet.