Hemp still wasn't comfortable swimming and was grateful for help wherever he could get it.
Skid continued to indulge in his obsessive compulsive disorder and kept himself busy. His plan consisted of searching underwater for the perfect stick and then taking it to shore.
We think he was building a dam.
All too soon the fun was over and I packed up my exhausted dogs, said goodbye to the California windmills, and prepared to return to the Alberta windmills.