... I'd seen the boy looking at us. His hair flopped over his face like a mop and his eyes stared intently in our direction. Before I knew it he was walking towards us - swiftly. One thousand thoughts flooded through my mind like a river that has burst its banks. "Who is he? What does he want? What shall I do?" One of my options was to swim away, but how could I do that with a pup that could hardly swim?