Mom threw the stick for me and look at how deep I had to go to get it. I think I was swimming my feet were NOT touching. I got that stick. Mom did throw a few that I did not get. Then I would just run as deep as I thought was safe and bark at it. Mom even left me down by the Lake one time just barking at that stick. I turned around and she was gone. Of course I ran after her as fast as I could with water flying everywhere. Dad thinks it is pretty comical to see me running after Mom.
I am not a a Momma's boy... well maybe just a bit
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