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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Otis the Water Dog

Betcha never would have thought a big oafy scaredy dog like Otis would love something like a big puddle of water so much, would ya? Well, it’s true. When we’re running through the woods, Otis makes a B line straight for the creek.

It didn’t come easy though. Over the summer we went down to the water and he simply stood from afar and stared at it. “No way am I getting close to that big wet thing that keeps showing me an image of myself.” He followed me to the edge, watched me wade in, and finally decided to carefully follow. All of a sudden he found himself ankle deep and still safe. Knee deep. Tummy deep. He was in the water and it felt great against his hot skin – who would have thought!

After that day we went to a new place with water. I knew Otis liked water, but he wasn’t having as easy of a time remembering. I nudged and nudged (okay and maybe pulled and poked and prodded a little) but Otie stood strong. “No water for me. No way.” Finally, after much convincing, Honey dipped a toe on, followed by a paw, followed by two front legs. From then on, Otie was a water dog.

I can make a pretty good guess that he won’t actually swim, but if there’s water you can count Otis in (or in then out then in again).

Otis the water buffalo? Otis the duck? Otis the fish? Otis the dog who simply likes a nice pool of H2O.

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