In between chasing young children and stretching Bay snacked on chicken and pie.
One thing Bay definitely didn't relish was his swimming time. Bay has a habit of moving his appendages like he's swimming any time he gets wet. By the time Zach had taken him out ten feet he was pantomiming swimming at a frenetic pace. We figured if his doggie swimming instincts were that good then he'd probably be a fine swimmer. We were right, though the only place he chose to swim was straight back onto dry land. Rough life.
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