She was organizing the tennis balls. She had carried all of them to this general location and was doing something with them — only she knows what. Maybe.
The river was wide, the river was low… and the dogs had to work to keep it going. ’twas hot, it was. And wet.
I hate winter. I hate winter. Don’t you?
This might have been Cash’s first day in the river. This young dog is a water dog, searches it out, uses it in many creative ways. This was, so to speak, his baptism day.