Po Thang, always ready for his close up, grinned and drooled for us and we clicked off even more great shots of boats in the background. I was making a video surely destined for National Geographic when a sudden movement under the clear water caught my eye. I zeroed in just as Bubbles pirouetted behind Raymond Johnson, making a loud splash probably intended to call her BFF out for a romp. Unfortunately, it worked. Po Thang barked and dove right off the top of a very steep slope created eons ago when the volcano blew and created the crater that was now an anchorage. Jan and I screamed, "Noooo!" but he was gone. With my heart in my throat, I rushed to the edge, prepared to see a broken lump of fur on the rocks two hundred feet below. Which is where I would have ended up if Jan hadn't grabbed the back of my shirt and shorts and yanked me back. "Hetta, for cryin' out loud.
