Olivia and I found a live Dungeness crab on the beach today. Olivia took a shine to it.
Using the logic that since she doesn’t like getting bowled over by waves, the crab mustn’t either, Olivia decided to “save” the crab from certain disaster as the tide started coming in. The crab had buried himself in the sloppy sand to anchor himself as the waves washed over him, and seemed quite content. However, Olivia decided that the crab was “stuck” in the mud, and proceeded to try and dig him out so that he could crawl to safety out of the waves.
Olivia: “Hang on, little buddy! I’ll get you out!”
Olivia diligently dug away at the crab, trying to rescue him from the waves, but the crab didn’t seem to be cooperating. She was trying her hardest to help him out of the sand and water, and he wouldn’t even put for the effort to crawl to shore. Olivia finally got frustrated at the crab’s lack of assistance in the rescue mission, and sat and barked at him. She was clearly put out that the crab wasn’t expressing the right amount of gratitude for her benevolence.
At this point in time, I decided to help Olivia with helping the crab. I picked him up and tossed him into the waves and deeper water.
Olivia was horrified!
For the next ten minutes, she braved the cold, wet waves searching for her friend in order to attempt to rescue him again.
I finally convinced her to let him go and say goodbye with a copious amount of treats, but she still felt compelled to run back and forth for a good while between me and the spot of the last crab sighting as we walked up the beach.