Down by the river.

Went down to the banks of the Shenandoah River this afternoon and stood by the water with Belle.

"Hey Belle, what's that out there?"

"It's a bird!
It's a plane!
It's a frog!"

"A frog?"

"Not bird, nor plane nor even frog..."

"It's just little old me...Murphy Dog"

"Aw, that's just silly! And you completely copped it from the old Underdog show."

For once, there was no rain and no clouds and the temperature and the humidity weren't off the charts. It just seemed like a nice day to take the dogs down to play in the water. As usual, Murphy was all about the fetching.

The water was like bathwater, and Murphy thoroughly enjoyed himself, swimming for about half an hour. But Belle...not so much.

Knee-deep was about her best, otherwise she just played on the bank next to me. But both had fun.

And then we went home, and as he often does, Murphy waited until I'd parked and was just getting ready to take them out to shake the rest of the water off of his fur all over the inside of my SUV.

Sigh. There's a reason that when I bought my new one, I kept the old one, just as a dog transport.