Man, I’m a brave dog. The shark came at us, and I got aggressive. Got to protect Kristina. That’s my job! I could’ve taken it if Kristina had let me. But let me back up a bit.
I like kayaking with Kristina. She likes to paddle me around, and let’s face it, I like to sit and watch the scene slide by.
We paddle (and by we, I mean Kristina) from deep water to shallow water. I know this to be true because the water changes from dark blue to light blue and I see the sandy bottom.
I see a ray and get distracted for second, but not for long. Another shape is to our left.
The shark aims for the ray but then sees us at the same time I see it. It hunches its back and turns on us. Here is where we get lucky. Going from deep to shallow water causes the water to bunch up and create big waves. A wave hit the back of our kayak right when the shark hit the front. The kayak turned sideways and the shark glanced off the bow.
I jump out of the cockpit and onto the bow. It’s a bit slippery up here, but I don’t care. I’m on a mission.
“Get away, get away,” I bark repeatedly and am surprised when the shark doesn’t listen.
Kristina grabs my harness and she yelps – not me. I’m too brave to yelp. I guess I hurt her leg when I jumped forward, and she was yelping at the pain (not in fear – she says).
The shark turns at us and hunches its back again. This time it doesn’t bump us. It swims in a circle and does its dance one more time. I growl to let it know I’m serious. Mr. Grey Suit swims about twenty feet away and stands off. I scared him! Ha!
Kristina is holding my harness and having trouble paddling. She keeps telling me to sit. Eventually, I get the message and settle down. She paddles us to safety and away from the beast.
What type of shark? I don’t have a clue. Big and grey.
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