Lucy proved this AM having four paws doesn't ensure a love for swimming. Walking in to her chest--fine. Going in over her head--not so much.
I also learned you don't get a ninety-pound, paniced Rottweiler to do what you want them to do.
She stepped into the river like she often does. But our walk today coincided with high tide. Oops.
Have to admit it was funny watching my other two looking down at her four feet below, like, "What are you doing, fool?"
I didn't like so much climbing into the river to lift her over the seawall.
Regards,
Mac
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