Cocoa the Dog goes Swimming
Brown, brownlettes and The Boy are at the end of the dock, calling to Cocoa.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Nnnuh-nnnuhhh.
She will NOT.
The Boy and Brownie take matters into their own hands. We re-group. We enlist the help of "the leash". Ms C takes photos from onshore.
The Dog Can Swim!!!
Boy walks away wondering if he'll ever wash the bloody remains of this horrible betrayal of his faithful hound off of his mortal hands. Meanwhile, Cocoa heads for shore like a bat outta hell.
And Cocoa's revenge?? Oh my LORD. Brace yourself for that SHAKE!!!!!!
posted by Brown @ 11:21 p.m.
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1 Comments:
Walter! please! Give me some credit!
All sticks and anything even resembling a stick was offered to Cocoa onshore, and thrown into the water, and once she got knee-deep, she lost interest in retrieving it.
Maybe she's not really a retriever. Maybe she has some recessive non-retrieving-gene?
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