charlie chased a gaggle of goosers onto the lagoon and dropped her ball which rolled out to the middle as it was partly frozen. directly she looked at me as though i would produce the lost ball by magic. dogs think a lot of us. i didn't ruminate too long as it was a found ball and the world is after all a vast lost and found, and besides, sticks do the trick and are more fun to chew. there was a marine unit of the popo standing around on the island and i wondered if they found a body. charlie found half a squirl, still fresh and pink. you want to see it? no, maybe not, but it was a nice shade.