A recent column told about fishing when my Labrador nearly capsized our canoe late one December afternoon. She saw me casting and thought I had thrown something for her to retrieve. When my lure hit the water, she was assured of it and launched. Swimming into the line with a large fish on one end of it and me on the other, she snapped the line
I yelled that for costing me a big fish, she could just swim home. The boat ramp where we were taking out was a short swim away (for her). Had she faltered, I would have jumped in to save her.