In September I had my first ever visit to a creek, the Brandywine.  I've been around water, of course - rain (hate it) and puddles (hop around them).  And I really, really hate getting a bath.

I tiptoed in with one of my family; if he can stand it, I can.  And then a little deeper.  And then there was so much to do!

They threw the ball into the creek again!  That's littering!

I have better things to do with my time.  What do they think this is, a game?

This is more like it - one of my favorite balls.  I wonder how it got in the creek?

Past the rock and almost home.

It makes it difficult to maintain a noble profile.

Beware the fearsome cocker-dile!  Grrrrr!

Lord of all I survey.

The water really brings out my naturally curly hair.

Hmmm, maybe there's some truth to the rumor about great-grandma and that French poodle.

I'm not just a hunting dog, I'm also a retriever!  Here I'm retrieving a leaf - this creek needs a lot of work.

‚ÄčAnd look - I'm doing the dog paddle!  Without lessons!