Ankyra Sound There are 5.25 trillion pieces of plastic debris in the ocean.

The deflection left him winded for a second, but he was already scrambling to his paws. Sand flew where he kicked off the ground, launching in to another attack. This time his teeth caught upon the aluminum tines that kept the wing-shape open, and the feeling of it against his teeth made him balk and recoil. He didn't like the taste of it, or the cold sensation on his tongue. With a huff the boy gave up attacking and began to circle the object where it was rooted. He barked, snapping his teeth at the air as he grew agitated, but did not approach again. 

The adult was investigating the object too - licking it, but without much to add. When he turned to address the boy, Reyes puffed up a bit and proclaimed: Reyes! Rossa is my momma, an' Zoolie! I keep dem safe!!! Safe from everything within the realm of reason, which apparently excluded sea-garbage like this here umbrella, but oh well. He tried.