A few weeks ago my foster mama shared with you some pictures of me in the water not looking too hot. I had just fallen right in and got startled and immediately put on my Eeyore face because I didn’t know what was going on. She thought I would never like water again. Turns out she was wrong, which she discovered on an especially hot day after an especially long run. I, Johnnie Cash, am a water dog.
Okay so confession time: I actually will only get in if it’s really warm and I need to cool off or if I’m going after a ball. If it’s too cold out I am a bit of a wimp. But if I need to take a dip after a nice run, find me the closest creek and I’m in!