Last year was Rosco's and Thule's first time swimming in a lake (or anywhere!). All three dogs went. The second Thule's leash was unclipped she DOVE into the lake like a pro. Wasn't great at swimming but gave it her all.
Rosco...well...he was tentative. He didn't know he was a water dog unless there was a bucket of water before him. So he tip-toed in, waded a bit further...got nervous, hesitated...then disappeared. Clark and I waited...waited...and we were almost at the point of diving in after him when he popped up a little spooked and unsure about what just happened.
So I was bound and determined to teach him swimming was fun and came back a couple of other days--just me and him. He got better and swam some after sticks, a ball...but still not too brave.
Well today I had a hankering to take him again after no swimming since the coast last Sept last year. So we went to the lake...just 15 miles away (but nothing to brag about).
He seemed to remember that we were approaching a fun place...he was very eager to walk FASTER:
Can I go in yet MOM?
Woohoo!
Look at my brave guy!
Anything for a stick...right?
A quick shake
And off again!
After losing 2 sticks...we found a MUCH better one...MADE for water fetch
Okay how about one more Mom?
Please!
Yay!
Now he's freshly bathed with a brand new shampoo, smells wonderful and he's chillin'