Wonderful, loving, faithful beyond what faithful calls for, I throw out a stick and Bea goes to retrieve it....
...so far that I fear for her.( Bea is that little dot in the upper left of the lake) She has missed the stick and heads for the island in pursuit of the stick I have carelessly thrown. I have not worked this beloved and faithful dog enough for her to have the energy to reach the island AND have enough stamina to return. Come back Bea...
I toss another heavy stick into the waters while yelling her name...COME BACK BEA!
She does come back, finds the new stick and happily, but wearily puffing, comes back.
Very well deserved rest by the people she loves and a warm camp fire. Faithful has a name and it is "Bea".