Bert bringing back a rock from the bottom of the river.
Me trying to bring this stick back to shore.
Bert searching for more rocks. I think he must breath through his tail.
You know it would be easier to save these sticks if Murphy was not standing on the other end.
Here is Murphy the "fuzzy bedspread" floating down the river. Can't you just picture a family of Dachshund's riding him like a raft.
This is just amazing. See Murphy does not swim on his own. He does not like it. He likes swimming less than me. So we all were amazed.
Bert found this great stick for me. That's him on the bottom right letting me know he had a great stick for me. And it was.
More proof that I am getting better and better at swimming. I saw a stick that needed saving.
Bert is holding this stick down for me. Trust me it is not going anywhere with him on it.
See it's not just getting the sticks to shore. You then must try to revive them.
What's that out there? Is that a leaf? Well you know what they say, "where there is a leaf there must be a stick."
Bert approach to the leaf is different than mine. My technique is slow and steady, never take your eye off the leaf. Bert is, no holds bared, barrel right out with a big splash technique. Unfortunately Bert drowned the leaf with his big wave.
OK I may not have the grace of Bert swimming. But I am out there and trying.
Murphy IN THE WATER digging for something just below the bank. I think he may have found the river monster's hidey hole.
Bert get your nose out of my arm pit. Personal space dude. Sheeesh.
Glad ya all could come along with me and my boys on our walk at the river.