But no one, not the dog, his owner standing on the shore, or the many spectators, none of them seem concerned, so I try to calm my anxiety and watch him swim patiently into shore, only for his owner to pick up something from the ground again and throw it into the water, chased by the dog - a rock.
It seems unfair, a game of fetch with no chance of the dog ever retrieving anything as one by one the stones his owner throws sink into the murky green, and yet he still dutifully splashes out and swims back in, over and over.
One year ago: None of Your Business
Two years ago: Getting It Done
Three years ago: Just Keep Doing What You're Doing
Four years ago: Literature Saved My Life (or at least my day)
Nine years ago: 4-16-08 Couches and Comics