otter confusion

I don't really mind that Inti likes to swim in Pete Townsend Bay every time we go for a walk. The sand doesn't bother me all that much anymore, and our little DustBuster is pretty powerful, so it's easy to keep the kitchen floor from crunching too much.

But on Sunday, I turned around on our very long walk (dead low tide so we were able to make it all the way to old Fort Townsend) in time to see her swimming with determination toward an otter. And the otter seemed to be doing the same thing.

Perhaps I shouldn't have flipped out.

Edit: Then again, maybe flipping out wasn't such a bad thing. Today in the plant clinic, I met a women who witnessed, first-hand, the drowning death of a mid-size dog by sea lions. I don't exactly expect sea lions at our beach, but you just never know. And Inti certainly needs to leave the harbor seals alone. *sigh*