Skipping stones is therapeutic. Getting that perfect angle of release, and the precise amount of spin on the rock, to see it whiz across the water just to ever so slightly kiss its surface before bouncing back up for more air time. It was while tossing rocks, once upon a time, that my furry four-legged friend, bounded up to me, clearly assuming I was throwing something for him to fetch. Unfortunately, for him, he continued racing past me. Straight into the lake. He soon realized he was no longer on firm ground and frantically tried to run back to me, still failing to realize he was partially submerged. Thankfully the lake was quite shallow and a minute or two later he was looking at me, dripping wet and grinning ear to ear.