It is an absolutely beautiful day with the dogs wading in the water and the girls collected mother of pearl clam shells as I sit in the shade enjoying a gentle breeze. It was absolutely perfect......but my daughter's dog which is a sister to our dog would wander off chasing wildlife. I would call her and she was back in an instance. I felt really comfortable because these are islands and the water is really low, and her history of chasing geese into the river was moot because we had not seen any geese.
I would stop the golf cart and the girls would pick up sticks from the recent storm and throw them in the river. All of a sudden we look up and Elli who we affectionately call box of rocks darts for the river's edge where a flock of geese had been feeding on the shore grass, and like clock work Eli jumps into the river as all three of us scream at her to come here.....she ignores us and swims into the middle of the river where the geese do their usual tactic when a predator is swimming after them, they fly upstream of the predator and squawk at the dog. Of course she ignores our yells and flips her body around to face the upstream geese and just dog paddles in place still ignoring us as the geese get within five feet of her as she stupidly exhausts herself and then just starts floating down the river. Each of the major islands are a little shy of a mile long and we rush to where we can coax her out, but when we get to the point, I take my binoculars and scan the surface of the water and only see geese as they float down past a public park.
The youngest granddaughter just loses it because she also saw that she was no longer on the surface and the oldest granddaughter just gets quiet. So we leave the property and go over to the park where a suspicious guy sees us calling the dog and then slips into the woods. The rule in farm country is shoot a dog first and ask questions later. So now both girls are crying and I have to call my wife at her breakfast club, and ask her if she can drive our golf cart around town and along the river's edge calling for the dog. The youngest granddaughter is crying in the bedroom and the oldest and Mrs. Seaoat have begun the town search, but I am in agreement with the youngest.....the dog went under among the geese. I will keep you updated, but I am really tired of all the chit landing on my head.....instead of a pleasant memory with papa, we have a nightmare brewing. Here are the girls and dogs earlier when we were having a blast playing: