My friend for life, Jessie, is staying across the street for a month. That means daily play dates.
What is also means is I have to “up” my game. I’m the cool mountain dude. I chase bears up trees. I face down aggressive deer. I keep squirrels off the deck.
But leaping into a pond where the water is over my head?
I don’t think so. Emily, Jessie’s human, is trying to coax me into jumping in the pond. Just at the edge of the photo you can see a green ball floating on the water. What you can’t see is that it’s floating toward me. If I wait long enough, it will come to me, and I won’t have to get wet.
When the ball gets close enough, I’ll grab it.
Alas, that was not to be. Jessie jumps over my head into the water. She swims to the ball, grabs it in her mouth, swims back, and gives it to Emily. All I can do is wag my tail and look cute.
Why am I afraid of water that’s over my head? That’s a story for another day.
Any ideas on how I’m supposed to impress Jessie if I won’t swim?