Afternoon at the River

The sun was shining, the temperatures warm, it was time for a walk on the river.  

"It's 'bout darn time", Ranger says.

"There is the ball, I can see it, please throw it, please throw it now, please? please? please?"

"Seriously are you gonna throw it now?"

"oooomph"

"Back off biatch, it is my ball."

"I am the ball king!  K-I-N-G!  Oh yeah, King, king, king, king...."

"Yah, right Ranger.  Remember what we said the last time you said you were a King?"

"Ranger is Sofa King We Todd Did!"

"Nope, I am the King Fisher! (click on the photo to enlarge it and view my fish in all its tiny glory."

Weeee!  We are dogs, we like to run around like chickens with our heads chopped off!

Blowing bubbles, Bea cannot resist any opportunity to kill the water. 

Brynn has the blessed fortune of being Bea's main focus in life.
At least Brynn can out run, leap, dive, jump, and splash Bea. 

Not for long, Bea is catching up.  

Eternally focused on a singular objective, the pursuit of Brynn's butt. 

Brynn may be able to out run Bea, but there is no escaping her in the water, Bea swims like a fish.

She looks like an otter with gargantuan ears

Perhaps a slightly demented otter...

Demented otter puppy

Brynn always looks so sweet...oblivious to the lurking danger behind her.  

The demented otter puppy prepares to strike!

Attack!

 My dog, where did those legs come from? 

She is growing....

Oh look, Beth in the rapids.   Dear dog in Heaven, do my eyes fail me?  Is Beth actually swimming?  

 Why does that tennis ball look bigger than her head?

 I have run out of anything else to say....amazing how that works eh?  I am out of pictures and inane drivel all at the same time.  

"'Bout time...we was tired of listening to you yammer." 

 "Shuddup and throw the ball already, okay?"

 *sigh*  life with border collies....I am doomed.