WOBBLE-ROCK

In the golden light of late afternoon, a fluffy Chow dog wandered the tidepools, paws sinking into cool, wet sand. His eyes were focused, his nose twitching. Somewhere among the barnacle-encrusted rocks lay the fabled WobbleRock, a legendary stone said to move on its own. With each step, the Chow’s fur rippled like the sea, his tail a fluffy banner in the breeze. He sniffed curiously at a round, algae-covered rock. Could it be? With a determined nudge, the rock shifted—slightly. His tail wagged. Maybe the WobbleRock wasn't just a story after all.