My old red heeler, Hoser the Wonder Dog, loved water and musta been part seal, because he would swim for hours if I let him. If it moved, he wanted to herd it or chase it, land or water.
The first time I brought him up to Kotz I drug his ass to the pilot house to get him checked in, and then we headed for the shore to get mail at the post office and walk the beach. He saw the water, an open lead about 200 feet out, with birds sitting on the ice chunks teasing him. He was just itching to get in there, so I thought... "This is gonna be fun to watch....."
I grabbed a chunk of driftwood and flung it maybe 15 feet out... Kersplash!!! Old Hose was off like a rocket and jumped way out off the beach into the water. And then the fun started... He was like a cartoon dog. Straight up in the air, eyes wide open with this huge WTF look, and legs paddling so fast they just blurred as he tried to get out of there. His dog balls musta been on fire. That poor old guy.
Needless to say, he never once tried going into the Chukchi again.

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