Turns out, I'm a water dog.
We went to the Farm this weekend and got to play in the big pond. I did my usual bit of followin' Limerick around to try to get his toy and he went into the water and I followed right in after him! Boy, was he surprised! He didn't know I could swim, so he was a bit shocked to see me there.
Come to think of it, I didn't know I could swim. I was just a little speck of a pup last summer and I don't remember swimmin' as a wee tyke of only a few weeks. And all my other memories include the water being hard enough to walk on. So I must just be a natural at this whole swimmin' thing.
The Boss Lady said that Limerick might have actually been trying to get away from me when he went into the water, but I don't believe that. We're Best Buds! Limerick just doesn't know that yet.
Here I am swimmin' out to meet him:
And here I am takin' the toy from him:
And here's a picture of just my foster brothers, Dublin and Limerick. They spent most of their time in the water, too:
The Boss Lady said it was nice to have a car full of tired, wet dogs for the ride home!
Breckin, Dog of Hidden Talents
