Wheeling Gull Isle bermuda, bahama; come on, pretty mama

Stockholm, who has never caught a fish in his life, is more than a little impressed at the skills of his new companion. He can’t help the broad smile that crosses his features as she trots towards him and opens his mouth to say something just as she parades past him and he gets a mouthful of seawater as she smacks him in the face with her tail. He blinks and his muzzle crinkles up at the taste of the water, curling his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Well. Rude. Have to get her back for that at some point.

He snorts, feigning indignance, and turns to follow her then pauses and deviates course to snatch up one of the still flopping fish. With a firm crushing pressure from his jaws the fish ceases it’s aimless struggling and he drops it briefly to do the same with the other. With some comical struggling, he manages to eventually scoop both up in his mouth to carry and then trots after the willowy silhouette of the sheepdog, more than happy to follow her wherever she may go.