There's no tide on the lake, but there is probably a current. I've never seen either of them voluntarily go swimming though. There are lots of huge rocks along the beach and some big crevices to get caught in, but we walked all through there calling for him and didn't hear him whining at all. He has a distinct, high-pitched whine that carries, so we were hoping to hear him somewhere.

The steady rain didn't help at all though.

Blue is still not himself and oddly has taken on a lot of Dover's traits. Gerri wonders if they didn't swap bodies and Blue ran away with Dover's stout frame.