If I was meant to swim in water, I would’ve been born with webbed feet, or at least with a Float Coat strapped around me.
But for some reason, my pawrents think that I’ll have a good time if I get my fur soaking wet in ice cold water.
Then, last week we went to a dog park in Fort Collins that has a swimming pond.
The humans kept begging me to go in.
Then you know what they did? They took my tennis ball, and threw it in the water. “Go git it, Wyatt!” they yelled. I thought that was pretty mean. There I was, having a good time chasing small dogs with a tennis ball in my mouth, when all of a sudden it was grabbed away from me and I was expected to swim.
Ok, so I got in up to my elbows. And then I got out. My new buddy got mad, and yelled at me to get back in, but no tennis ball was worth it to me.