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This is River, looking unusually cute and not at all evil.
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Day 3 began with River bringing out more toys for her backyard battalion.

The Baby Pool Navy is going along very well, she has a lot of branches and sticks floating and barks orders at them constantly.

Today she reviewed her Backyard Battalion, pacing back and forth and barking occasionally. The toys (over a dozen!) were lined up, more or less.

Morale plummeted when the line was broken due to another officer stealing some of the troops. (Brandy stole a toy, Faith reclaimed Grumpers)

The Butterfly Air Force continues to take heavy casualties. River keeps eating them.

The Clam Shells are greatly missed. She managed to unearth one, heaven knows how, and that stands in her stead with the Backyard Battalion when she is off training the Navy or eating the Air Force.

My puppy is insane.

River Redux

May. 8th, 2007 11:47 am
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River loved her Clam Shell Army so much that she has now conscripted every branch and toy in the yard into her new ground troops.

She would have a Butterfly Air Force but she eats them.

My dog is obviously on crack.
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Today was a lovely 70 degrees and hubby got home from work early. So we decided to take River out to the beach for her first adventure in the water.

Oh, did she have fun!

Not only was she unafraid of the water, she learned quickly how to use the waves to her advantage when bringing in her baby bumper, one of the neon orange retrieval dummies.

And not only did she have fun with that, but she gathered nearly every clam shell in a 30' radius of where we were and amassed a tremendous clam shell army. The shells were carefully piled together by the shore's edge and whenever one went AWOL due to the tide, she hunted it down, put it with the others and barked at it.

When she failed to gather enough clam shell recruits, the driftwood was quickly pressed into service.

One toss of her dummy netted a 30' throw, and she stopped at the 15' mark, grabbed a BIG piece of driftwood and dragged it to her army encampment, then went back out and brought in the dummy.

I was in hysterics.

She dug trenches, made moats around her shells, enjoyed driftwood walls. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.

I can't wait to take her back.

And now my little River baby is asleep at my feet, exhausted from a few hours of swimming, retrieving, and keeping those rebellious clam shells in line. *grin*


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