Swimming!

It was NOT my choice. I just want to point this out. 

We walked past this spot, near the Great Oak, yesterday and mum saw this perfect (her words) little place where it is easy to go into the stream and swim. She remembered that some of the elderly people who used to live in our tiny village when she was little did that. 

So. Off we went. Did she have a proper bathing suit? No. Did she care? No. I was fine even when she went into the water and swam around. I haven’t seen her do it in six years, so it was a bit bizarre. 

But then she came for me. And carried me out in the water. Uh. Oh. I started paddling long before my paws hit the surface. All right, all right, I swam. Briefly. When I had all my paws on the ground again, I wagged my tail. Mum laughed. It doesn’t mean I liked it! 

I wish I had opposable thumbs so I could have taken a picture of mum swimming. THAT would have been a fun blip!