This time, we have to write about how I either love or hate the water.
But..can it be both?
The first time I set paws in the water was during a doggie gathering. We were allowed to use a pool at a restaurant. I don't think my humans ever had any intention of letting me get in there...I know I didn't!
But somehow, I ended up in the pool with Rosie. I can't say it was the best day of my life, although she seemed to think so. Naturally, as a sheltie I am, I doggy-paddled without much trouble but I still hated the fact that my beautiful coat was getting all wet!
|With Rosie in the pool|
Well, that was my first experience with water. Not really a pleasant one, I must add!
After my Uncle Mika's car accident and FHO surgery, the humans bought him a tank for him to swim in.
He HATED it and boohoo for him, because he had to swim EVERYDAY!
Whenever he was in the water, I could hear him from wherever I was in the house. I would always be barking and trying to get in too! I really enjoyed swimming in the tank...and I learnt a couple of new tricks in it!
YEAH! Pretty cool huh? Takes real skill to do that!
The tank, I LOVED swimming in.
The sea, not so much.
The first time I went to the beach,
it took me ages to get used to having water in my feet, and even then, I dared not stray too far.
The second time I went to the beach,
I still hated getting my pawsies wet!
Teehee! Methinks I look like a ballerina here!
P.S. I still hate my baths.