Spot liked to have us throw a small rock into the water, and she used her front feet to find a rock, like this dog.
She didn't bring back the same rock you threw; she brought back big rocks, like this dog.
Sometimes her head was under water so long, as she tried to get a grip on a rock, that I worried she was stuck. Luckily, she never was.
She'd pull boulders out of the river (or lake) for a good long time.
Wasn't she pretty?
Taking a pic of a black dog is not easy. If the background is too dark, you can't make out their ears, etc. If the background is too light, all you see is a black blob. This is probably the best pic I ever took of Spot.
In addition to the "black dog pic" issues, Spot didn't like to have her pic taken. She'd flatten her ears, slouch, and look away.
This time, I put her in a STAY, and then asked her if she'd like to go for a walk.
It was a balancing act, getting her excited enough to look happy for the pic, but not too excited to stay put so I could take her pic.
She was born in 1979, and died (of cancer) in 1990. I believe her heaven would be a canoe trip. She always gets to ride in the lead canoe, and no one yells at her when she filches ham sandwiches during the lunch stops.
Good girl, Spot.
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