Breaking News: I’m a Water Dog!

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.

swin01Not only do I enjoy the water, I actually SWIM!

swim08Okay 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!

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That Time I Accidentally Went Swimming

I get to try lots of new fun things in this foster home – certainly a lot more than I was able to do in the shelter.  Foster mama takes me on long walks around the neighborhood or around fun outside places with lots of people or also sometimes around the woodies in her backyard. I like the woodies because they are calm and quiet but also have lots of sniffs of creatures I have never met before! I always look forward to our walks in the woodies.

On this one particular day it was a bit warmer and both foster mama and I were feeling adventurous. We were trotting along in the woods when all of a sudden we saw water. I’d never really gotten the chance to see water like that before (it was called a streams?) so since we were feeling adventurous, we walked right up to the edge. To foster mama’s surprise, I put my paws right in!

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Since I was being oh so brave with my paws, foster mama decided to keep going and see how far I’d venture into the streams. We came to a part that was awfully deep – unbeknownst to me! – and foster mama just kept plodding along like it was nothing, so of course I followed her! Boy was that a bad idea. I went in deeper than I have ever been! Luckily that is only about eight inches, but still! It caught my poor little doggy brain totally by surprise and I was eeyore-ing all over the place (that’s what foster mama calls my confused/sleepy/nervous face). Luckily I recovered immediately, shook it off and have now vowed to never go near water again! Okay, maybe not quite that, especially as foster mama is saying we are going swimming when it gets warmer, but I am definitely taking my time in the puppy pool first!



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Do I Swim?

Fostermama said it was getting too HOT so she wanted to take me to a place where I could go swimming. I asked her what that meant, and she said it was jumping in the wawter and pawdling around so that you don’t sink. I told her, “Why would I ever sink? I keep my four paws planted on the ground, thank you.” She laughed and simply responded, “We will see.”

I didn’t like the sound of that, but I do whatever fostermom does because she knows best, so I hopped in the car with her and fosterdad and off we went for a long drive. We drove on winding roads past horse fields and big barns and slowly the other cars on the road disappeared. Soon we ended up at this big body of wawter that fostermom called the Potomac River.

Well, I actually forgot about this until we got there, but I love wawter! I had no problem walking up to the edge and dipping my paws in. Fostermama thought I’d be a little less excited to see this wawter than my usual creek because it is soooo much bigger, but I still walked right in. I even did my usual move – check it out!

After I got acquainted with the wawter, fostermama tricked me convinced me to go a little further out with her, hoping I would go deep enough to swim.

I went in pretty far, but then all of a sudden I realized where I was headed and slammed on the brakes. No thanks – four paws on the ground, remember!

Fostermama said that was okay, and she was impressed with me for going so far out anyway. I concluded that I kinda like this big wawter business, but only when it involves four paws secured on the under-water land.  After all, I am a dog – not a fish.

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