Dripping Dog

While we were sitting on the moss-encrusted banks of the Douro River, a man descended the wide wooden steps next to us, small dog tucked under his arm. He then proceeded to throw – no, hurl – the dog into the water. The four of us were aghast for only as much time as it took the dog to gather its wits, swim ashore, and bound up the steps. It seemed a matter of routine for this little guy.