I want to lay here forever, studying those flying swimming things out there, that I know I can't catch, but they are fun to watch. The neighbor said there were eighteen out here two weeks ago, waiting for the ice to melt on other nearby lakes so they could continue on to their summer homes. I could have swam with a whole herd of those things!
Mmmmm. I want that meat stick. They are so mean to put that in front of me without saying "GO!" Maybe when she turns her head I'll just sneak it, super-sly like.
I don't know what this is, but I'd like to try it. With a meat stick.
I wish I could eat that thing, but it's hard and scratchy. I like to lick and sniff it though. My Granny catches the most.
Strange, that isn't the same drink. If Mommy spilled the red drink, maybe Granny will spill the brown one. And give me that food in it.
Gramps! You know I love you, and I like to nap with you, but this is where the action is. I'll come up for a visit when you have food.
Hey little fishy. You OK? Looks like you need a surgery. Don't worry. Granny knows what she's doing.
SUCCESS! Quit shouting, Gran. We don't like that.
Mmmmm. She tastes funky. Guess she didn't go for a swim like I did today.
I'd better lick her nose. I think I taste that first apéritif.