A Black Dog Finds It. Every Time.

You can’t fool me.  I know it’s here. Somewhere at the bottom of the lake.  What my eyes can’t see, my nose can smell … and, one way or the other, I’ll find it.

Because it’s what lake dogs do (said the medium-sized black dog) and I am the best lake dog in this part of the Adirondack Park.

Never doubt that.  This is what I live for. When I’m not chasing that orange ball.

Or jumping off the dock. Wait. I almost forgot that rolling around in the grass on top of that fine smelling geese poop thing that I do.  Love that.

All of this makes for a richly rewarding life. Everything that I could possibly want in my lifetime, is all at the end of my nose. Except for one thing.

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