Pool Party? Really?Posted: May 31, 2013
You probably already realize that my humans can be a little crazy . . . in a good way . . . usually. Well, after all that hard gardening “work” over the Memorial Day weekend, they decided that it was time for a pool party. Just one problem: This is our pool! (I am so embarrassed that I cannot even look at you as I write this.) My humans got this pool for me when I was just a tiny puppy. Until this point, I had played in it twice. The first time I was with my humans. It was fun, but nothing special. The second time, my mommy (again, after gardening “work”) decided that a pool party would be fun. So she filled the pool, and my late canine sister Lexi and I jumped in. Well, something happened. Apparently I got a little wild and the pool party ended abruptly. (I
refuse to share cannot remember all the details.) The pool was put away and did not come out again until this past weekend.
So my humans actually got into their bathing suits, poured some adult beverages, and proceeded to squeeze themselves into our “pool” . . . both of them . . . at the same time. And then they asked me to join them. Really? Needless to say, I was hesitant to become a party to this craziness. They finally convinced me to dip one paw into the shallow end. (Hey, wait a minute. It’s all shallow!)
Eventually, I put three hesitant paws into that little pool.
But I explained to anyone who would listen to me that I absolutely was not going to put that final paw into that silly little pool.
And that’s when my humans pulled the ultimate fast one on me. They tossed my beloved pink and purple squeaky ball into the deep end of the pool. I simply could not believe my eyes. I had to save my precious pink and purple squeaky ball.
Any previous reluctance to go for a swim vanished from my body as I dove in to save my cherished pink and purple squeaky ball. (Trust me, that fourth paw did eventually hit the water.)
Yes! A successful save! With any luck, that silly little pool has gone into hibernation for another four years. Keep your paws crossed. You never know when my humans might get a little crazy again.