I’m at the lake this week. That’s a cottage for eastern Canadians and a cabin for western Canadians, but to a dog it’s a place on the water.
Now humans are strange. They like to run, scream and jump off the end of the dock. See my concerned look?
How am I not supposed to be excited about this? My humans tell me not to bark as they jump in.
Well, duh. Don’t they understand they can’t breathe under the water? I need to tell them.
“Stop,” I bark.
“Don’t jump,” I bark.
“No barking,” Kristina says and then like a crazy woman, she jumps in.
Well pardon me for caring. I chase her. And look what happens.
I don’t like swimming. Let me stress, “I DON’T LIKE SWIMMING.”
And yet, here I am chasing my humans. Kids, adults, they’re all nuts.
The things I do for love.