This is her uncertain face. "I dunno...."
Then, like a good mother figure, knowing when to push their child against their wishes, I told her to get her butt in the water or else.
Then she was all about some butt-sniffing, grass-scratching, chase-the-other-dogs'-balls fun.
And that's what she told me, because my dog speaks to me, or at least, I speak to myself as my dog vicariously through her. I knew it was time to leave when things couldn't get any better than this: "That looks like Punky Brewster's dog!"
Cue theme music: "You may be lonely and then one day you're smiling again. Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around. Standing there..."