Old dogs, even the ones
with a generous dousing from
the Labrador Retriever gene pool,
are not likely, on a cold, early
April hike in the woods, to hurl
themselves into a lake like some
impetuous puppy. At least you
wouldn't think so. Not with
the kind of arthritic bones
the vet diagnosed on the last visit.
Age compensates with Wisdom.
It's as true for canines as for
their owners. Wisdom and Caution.
Which was what we tried to explain
to Dinah when, post-plunge,
she emerged, shook herself,
looked at us and laughed.
Or at least seemed to.