The birds on the sand bar are more likely to be frightened off by the sound of the boat arriving than the sight of a trio of domestic dogs setting tentative feet on the sand which was a short while earlier, underwater.
To think Chuck and Wayne's Vizslas spent the first four years of their young lives sitting in cages breeding expensive puppies like cattle...
They had no idea how to be dogs a year ago. The boys trained them.

And when they tire of running back and forth and leaping like reindeer they lay down to rest on the sand and let themselves go completely.
Cheyenne got into the spirit of Marvin Key and swam out to me mid current a couple of times, grabbing on to me with her massive claws and setting her hind legs down on my thighs, using me like a rock to catch her breath on before turning and heading back to shore. For a dog never trained in her first eight years to enjoy the water she is making progress.
On our way home we passed a boat parked on a neighboring sand bar and i thought, oh look they have a dog enjoying the water too.
Actually it wasn't a dog but just one more human passenger.
I doubt she slept as soundly, or as noisily as did Cheyenne by the time she got home.
3 comments:
Great shot of Zuzu running in the water and of Tootie zonked out on the sand. You also captured perfectly Cheyenne's contented gaze towards the water. Our girls slept soundly all afternoon as well. Happy dogs.
Hey, I just picked me up one of those straw hats. Yes, I've reached that age:)
Dear Pops Beattie:
Why are you wasting daylight on dogs in the water, when there are plenty of scantilly-clad women getting in and out of boats? Are you losing it?
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
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