Boy, do I love to chase sticks in the water. This is my second time at the river and I am thrilled beyond belief to be here. I full on gallop to the river with my rear legs doing the Ollie counterclockwise swing and run right into the water. Now, I just have to learn to swim. It’s a a bit of an issue at the moment. Ella glides through the water like a ballerina. Me, on the other hand, I slap the water like a beaver’s tail, slap, slap, slap and I sound like a clap of thunder arriving on shore. I’d win any splashing contest. I guess this is what they call the dogpaddle. I frighten all the wildlife and fish flee from me. My body is upright like a buoy with the floating attributes of a stone. But I am trying really hard. And I think I am going to get better. I just need to practice. I’d like some water wings or maybe just a flotation belt. Yea, that might be the ticket. Ella won’t tell me her secret to making it look so effortless. Personally, I think that it is all her fur. I think something about her thick coat keeps her up, while something about mine keeps me down. I tried to bring some sticks home, but Anne said it would be better if we left them at the river for next time. Oh, next time. I am going to have some sweet dreams of that.