Along the base of Knacker Hill runs a perfect little stream where puppies swam, miniature dams were built, and sleds ran aground in winter. But this also was where our German Shepherd Frolic stalked her prey. In the deeper waters, shaded by the grape vines and pricker bushes, she would lie in wait, the ridge of her back and head above the water line. Obligingly we would stroll by, until, sensing her moment, she would spring from the water, chasing us down. Afterward, quite pleased with herself, she would sink back underwater, resuming her role as the pointy-eared black alligator.
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