Stream.

Sometimes Riley is the worst. Sometimes he barks in my face at 4am. Sometimes he gets into the garbage and tears everything into a million tiny pieces. Sometimes he gets out of the yard and he never comes when he's called. But then sometimes he follows a ball that got away from him down the entire length of a stream with ridiculous determination and I decide I'll keep him for a bit longer*.

 

*Not a half hour after I wrote this I was pinning Riley to the ground and shoving a syringe full of peroxide down his throat because he had gotten into something gross. Love.