When I was a child, we took our GSD to the beach camping with us all the time. One day while us girls (4 sisters) were romping around in the surf, Gretchan decided to chase the waves. She took off headed straight to Mexico. We screamed for her, but she kept going. My dad jumped in and just barely caught up with her. My mother made us all come out of the water (so she could help my dad). By the time they made it to shore, poor Gretchen was so tired we had to hold her head up so she could drink. My dad had huge scratches on his chest, belly & upper legs from where Gretchen continued to swim even after he had her. Gretchen recovered herself shortly thereafter but my mom made her stay close to her.
Funny, I remember my dad feeding her a hambuger pattie from the grill that afternoon. He refused to feed the dog human food, but I suppose he was so worried that he had lost her, he grilled her a burger too!
And for all you dads out there, all 4 of us girls really thought my dad was some sort of super hero after that. "Dad swam almost to Mexico to bring Gretchen back."
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