Moments from our vacation last week.
Throw a stick once for Rumbeau, and you've made a genuine friend for life.
As the mountain temps soared to 90+ degrees, Sam and I found an empty beach on the N Fork of the Clearwater River, stuck our chairs in the water and kicked back. On any given summer Sunday morning it is not uncommon to see baptisms taking place at this beach.
My very own scuba dog.
Rum dives below the surface in search of something special...gold perhaps? Not sure that diving is ordinary dog behavior, but then Rumbeau is no ordinary dog. He's a special kind of guy.