Sure he’s a golden retriever, but HONESTLY. Does that explain standing for hours on end like
a hypnotized canine statue in the lake?
Staring into the water like a doggone zombie?
We assume he’s watching minnows or reflected patches of
sunlight, but I’ve never seen such intense long-term concentration in either
man or beast. Surely he thinks
he’s an aquatic animal, just waiting to grow fins.
When tied on dry land by a rope to the screw-in post in the
yard, he paces the waterfront nervously with edgy addiction. When unleashed, he returns immediately
to his aquatic job.
I watch, partially confused and partially envious. How curious, to be so fixated. How wonderful, to be able to tune out
the rest of the world and focus so completely.
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