Wet Dog
Here I am with my friend, Miss Cindy. She brings me cookies from the Royal Kingdom when she goes. She likes me. So Mommy brought me with her for a visit to Miss Cindy's house. It was supposed to be a really quick visit. Like, 'I'm-dropping-something-off' quick visit. I don't care. A car ride is a car ride and I'm in. Always.
So when we got there, Mommy sort of debated (to herself) about letting me out of the car. Miss Cindy has a pool and I don't like to be wet. You know, I can't go outside to peepee in the rain. I might get wet. Can't do it. I'm sometimes a princess. I admit. So, she figured it would probably be safe to let me visit. HaHa...no way would I get near the pool. HA!
I made a beeline to the water...circled the pool once and dove right it. (Never say never.) Didn't hesitate even one minute. You would think I was part lab. And I could swim!!! Go figure!! I surprised myself!!! I doggy paddled all the way across the pool while Mommy was having a hissy fit about how to get me out. I failed in my first attempt to boost myself out. By then, Miss Cindy (my hero) had arrived on the scene and managed to yank and pull me and get me on dry ground. She said she has lots of experience rescuing critters who fall in. WOWSY! Was that an adventure!!! I think I loved it.
Ready to go again. I think.
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