Drove cross country to visit my brother that lived in the Chesapeake Bay area. Brought along my dog, Henry. This was the first time Henry had ever been to my brother's house. Henry was an odd duck of a dog. I could never get him to fetch and he didn't seem to like other people. My brother had two young sons at the time. Henry turned into a a very different dog around these children. He loved playing, rough housing, and I was startled when he started retrieving items tossed by the kids.
On the third day of the visit, my brother suggested we spend the day, with the boys, out fishing on The Bay. Henry loved to go boating. We drive out to the docks where he had his center console fishing boat. I had never been on this particular boat before. There were three separated piers with 20 or so boats. Henry saw boats, and bolted out of the car and ran along the entire first pier, like he was looking for something. We were collecting up our stuff for the outing, and I see Henry run over to the second pier and do the same thing then saw him run off to the last pier. I asked the brother which pier his boat was docked. Brother said his boat was on the furthest pier. Then he asked me where my dog was? Henry just seemed to have disappeared. Figured we'd just get to the boat and then I'd go find him. We get to the boat and in that boat, was Henry.
If reality generated though bubbles, like in cartoons, I could visualized one over this dog's head that said, "Its this one.... Right?"