The on-going trials and tribulations of three border collies, the various foster dogs that have passed through our lives...and our crazy, triathlon obsessed Boss Lady....
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Water, water, everywhere....
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!