The Dog in the Bay

There we were strolling along the bay at Seal Point Park. There was a couple down by the water with their 2 black labrador retrievers. The man was throwing a big honking stick out into the bay, and one of the dogs was plunging into the water after it, swimming all the way out to it and dragging it all the way back to shore.

For those of you who don't know I have a dog, a cross between a black lab and a boxer. Chip is a beautiful mutt with a fantastic temperment. He's a mid-sized dog but he's a bit on the beefy side, weighing in at about 70 pounds. He still thinks he can fit in my lap. And he loves to chase down thrown tennis balls.

But I'm pretty sure that if I threw a tennis ball into the bay he'd look up at me with those big brown doggie eyes and say, "Now what'd you go and do that for?"

He'd try to find a way, though, because... well... he's a dog. He'd go right up to the edge of the water and look at it, maybe test it to see if it really was wet. Then he'd run over to another spot and check there. And after a few times he'd look up at me and say, "I can't get to it. It's out there in all that water."

And after a while, I think we'd go home sans one tennis ball.