My friend and I were hiking up a coastal river scouting probable holding water for Chinook Salmon, in the months to come. We moved upstream to a beautiful, secluded hole. I spoke loud enough, above the sound of the tumbling water, for an equally interested visitor to come bounding down the bank on the far side of the river, barking as he approached. We held our position, where upon the dog jumped into the river and proceeded to swim back and forth as if to say ‘Hey, this is my stretch of the river!’ His expression seemed to be fixed in the vigilant and concerned mode. I snapped a shot and moved on to let him have the hole, for now.