Wet Henry
They encouraged me pretty hard to go for a swim yesterday. And I really was hot. HOT hot hot. And both of them were splashing around and swimming. Telling me how cool it was. How much I'd like it. Apparently they both took swimming lessons when they were pups. Well, I heard her say she even taught swimming lessons. Little humans aren't born knowing how to swim. But they kept saying that I didn't need swimming lessons at all. That I could swim instinctively. Dog paddle. That my feet are even webbed to make it easier. My kind of dog is apparently especially designed to be good swimmers . . . so we can go out and retrieve ducks. They assured me that they would be right beside me. That they wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. But: there weren't any ducks at all out there yesterday. I wasn't falling for that! Still, they wouldn't stop with the "Swimmy swimmy swimmy, Henry". So final...