Later that afternoon Emory took Cam on a tour of the lake in his pontoon boat. A protesting Mr. Magee was left behind. Cam didn’t want to take a chance on the hound falling overboard. Besides, Emory had suggested he and Cam might need to take a dip every now and then to cool off. Cam couldn’t trust Mr. Magee to not want to follow his man into the lake.
“I know you think you can swim, but with those short legs and top-heavy body of yours, you’ll sink like a stone,” Cam tried to explain to Mr. Magee, who didn’t look like he was buying it. So the dog was left forlornly looking out from behind the glass patio door as the pontoon pulled away from the shore.
“He looks so sad,” Emory said.
Cam laughed. “He’s perfected the guilt look. He’ll get over it and find a place to nest.”
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