Narrated by Ruth.
In the morning we walked to the Point and back, our longest walk yet, and swam at the beach. We spent the rest of the day on our dock. I went swimming off the rocks. (I prefer the sandy beach, easier on my little feet.)
That scary storm blew somebody's green chair off their dock. It drifted down the Bay to our dock.
It's waiting for the owners to retrieve it, if they pass by in their boat.
The floatplane was landing and taking off in front of the dock, flying down the Bay. It's kind of loud but fun to watch.
I'm the best guard dog on the Bay. No way are those pesky ducks getting past me!
Hey, isn't it time for supper?