That's my buoy

Tristan was a crazy dog this evening and put on an embarrassingly good show to let me know he's been cooped up too much for the three days. He was full of piss and vinegar and, of course, himself. Embarrassing because I saw some other folks laughing at him.

I threw his ball along the shore but Tristan was so sure it would be thrown out in the water that he dove right in (first dip this year). Then he frantically and comically searched for it everywhere. A large piece of carpeting was thoroughly shaken and killed so it wouldn't harm anyone. Tristan decided the buoy in the water was a great big ball that was his to bring it to shore. That was quite a tussle with lots of bobbing up and down as the buoy was firmly anchored. His best show was swimming after a duck that kept taunting him. Just as he would near the duck, she would take wing and set down further away. Tristan kept swimming after her until he was quite far out. He wound up his hi jinks by prancing up and down the shore juggling a big piece of lumber in his mouth to prove he was king of the beach.

The picture isn't very good but it's Tristan chasing after the bird with the buoy near by.