while he waits
he does not like boats, especially canoes
spent a few minutes running along the edge
complacent now, he sits staring at his master
the water is frigid; no way he will swim out there
he would have gone on a pontoon boat
they are large, and feel much safer
he has been on them before
this boat was too wobbly; he backed up
at least his master is in sight
he settles down with his head on leaves
taking a bit of a snooze while he waits
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