We went past them to check out the shallow caves you can see here. When it was time to leave, we walked past the dogs and back up the cliffs. I ran back because I wanted to try skipping a rock. The dogs (like all Chilean dogs I met) were well-behaved in that they ignored me running toward them. But they were curious.

When I threw the first rock, several of them really perked up. They clearly understood about chasing things that people throw. They'd tense up when I coiled for the throw, then turn and get ready to chase what I threw. But then they'd see it was just a rock and they'd look at me. They didn't know about skipping rocks. And the water was pretty darned cold and the dogs knew it.

I gave it up after three rocks so as not to confuse the dogs. And so they wouldn't laugh at me for not getting more than two skips.