My little lab is growing like a weed. He’s 5 months old and pushing 50 pounds of floppy skin and huge feet. When I bought my house I lucked out and moved in next to great neighbors who also farm. Their farm has a stocked pond and the fishing is great, but I digress. Yesterday I took Finn out to introduce him to water and see where he went with it. He walked right in and after some coaxing swam out to nose his toy I’d brought with. I think he was confused as to what to do, but after a few short throws he swam out, snatched it up, and swam back to me. That’s one damned good feeling.