a, A water-filled weekend for Stanley, who is now very tired and happy.
(Yesterday: fetch at the New Brighton dog beach; today: hiking Lynn Headwaters up to the debris chute.)
The same golden retriever stands in shallow water in Burrard Inlet, with one tennis ball under him and another a metre or so in front of him. He looks mildly annoyed that nobody is wading into the cold water to pick them up and throw them. In the background, a large blue cargo ship is tied up at a grain silo just out of shot.
The same golden retriever wading in the obviously glacial Lynn Creek, which is considerably wider and faster moving than the name "creek" would imply. Trees with the last of their leaves frame the shot, and a small hill looms out of the general mist and fog on the other bank of the river.
The same golden retriever stands on the opposite bank of a small mountain stream, which is crossed by a wooden footbridge next to him. He is obviously considering whether he wants to swim across or go back to the bridge. (For the record, he swam.)
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