Weegie takes a yard walk
It's a quiet Saturday morning. Between 5:00 when I got up and 6:30 when Craig got up, Weegie managed to go to the bathroom four times in the house, despite spending probably 70 of those 90 minutes outside.
We got the situation stabilized, everybody had breakfast, we played, we clipped toenails, and we played with the clicker. She sits!
We all went on a yard walk. Here, Weegie channels her ancestral memory of a circus act and leaps up onto a galvanized tub.
She has been showing every sign of liking water, so of course she is drawn to the pond. Craig frets over this, because the pond is very neglected these days, and it's full of murk and muddle.
Here you can see that she is just about to take a closer look. We've been calling her away at this point, but today we didn't say anything.
She took a little taste. She danced around the rim. Craig said, "That's enough. Come on..." and whoops! In she went! She flailed as Craig lunged to get her, and then she took off for the far side! Toward me.
I didn't get a picture of her swimming, because I was just about to jump in after her, as was Craig.
It can't have been easy. She was swimming through seaweed and water lilies, and swimming for the first time, but by golly, she swam to the other side and, before I could grab her, scrambled out on her own. Bravo!
But what a mess! I tried to take a picture of her, but she was just moving too fast: see the blur! See its skinny brown legs!
The more she thought about it, the less she liked it. Soon she was shrieking hysterically. We washed her up as best we could and wrapped her in a towel. It was a long time before she settled down. Now I wonder: will she ever want to swim again?
It's harder than you might think, to be a puppy.