One day my Daddy took me Snorkeling! That’s a funny name for something that’s a lotta fun to do, once you get the hang of it. It’s like swimming, only better ‘cause you can see stuff in the water through a mask and you can breathe through a tube called a snorkel. Then there’s flippers for your feet that help you swim fast, and I've got four of them--feet that is.  I was kinda scared at first; Daddy took a picture of me on the shore:



Then we got in the water and Daddy showed me how to snorkel, and after a while I did get the hang of it. Then I had lottsa fun! I swam and swam and swam. There were so many things to see on the ocean's bottom:



I had gone very far away from shore when the weather started to change  .  The sky above me turned dark and gray, the waves grew high and the wind began to blow.  It made a frightening sound like a howl..

"Haaa—ow!" it seemed to say.

"Haaa—ow!" I heard it again. I had to get back to shore—fast. I began paddling as fast as I could for dry land.

"Haaa--ow!" It was getting louder.

"Haaa—pp!" I heard it once more. But this time it sounded different. It  sounded like the word ‘help’. I quickly turned and saw something in the distance. It looked like a tiny boat. It was bobbing up and down in the huge waves. I swam toward the boat and as I got nearer, I saw a little black and white dog clinging to the bow.


"Help!" she cried. "I’ve lost my oars and I can’t get back to shore."

"Here, grab hold of my tail and I’ll pull you in," I offered swimming up to the bow..

Just then a big wave came that nearly knocked her out of the boat, but she grabbed my tail just in time and with the help of my fins and mask we quickly made it to shore.

I helped her out of the little boat and pulled it from the water.  

Then we took shelter from the rain under a red and white beach umbrella.

"If you hadn’t been swimming nearby, I’m sure I would have drifted out to sea!" she exclaimed. "I’m really very grateful."

"Well, I’m just glad that I was there to help," I answered shyly. "By the way, my name’s Mugzy." I said offering my paw.

"Mine’s Daisy," she said looking up at me with big brown eyes.

We gazed into each other’s eyes and in that very moment, knew that we would always be friends.

For more of my adventures . . .

Mugzy of Gramercy.