Once, during an agility class, Gator Girl was so wound up that I had to take her out to another field and throw a ball for her to fetch in between runs. This is the conversation I had with the instructor following that class:
Him: Gator Girl needs to run three miles before she comes here.
Me: We ran five.
So, yeah. She's the alternative energy source for which we've all been searching.
Of course, as I write this, this is what she's doing:
She grew up to be a criminal mastermind, stealing cookies and then hiding the evidence of her crimes. I'd like to say that we learned to outsmart her, but...yeah, that's never really happened. I did learn, however, to keep the cookies in a locked cupboard above the refrigerator.
Anyway, here are a few of my favorite Gator Girl pictures:
|In the midst of a 9 foot broad jump|
|Hanging out after a swim in the river|
|At the summit of Mt. Chocorua in New Hampshire|
|In the snow|
She's adjusting well to Florida, I think. (Everyone who isn't me is.) There'a dog beach on the ocean not too far away from us, and I've taken her there a few times. She'd never seen the ocean before, as became obvious to everyone when she RAN AWAY from the waves on our first visit (much to the amusement of everyone else on the beach). Fortunately, we soon found an abandoned tennis ball in the sand. Gator Girl will go just about anywhere in pursuit of a tennis ball. Including the Atlantic.
Not that the tennis balls ever survive.
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