Bajo and Arrick and Eola walked together toward the banks and picked their way down a rocky drop-off to the water’s edge, where they stepped into the current together. The water swirled around their hind paws.
“The Willamette!” Eola said, and splashed her paws in the water.
She’d seen the big river before, though much further upstream, near where the wat…
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