Monday, August 06, 2007
I don't like the rain

In reality I don't like being wet at all. I know I'm a retriever, practically a water dog, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy being wet. In fact I actually despise being wet, damp, or drenched.

You see it all started when I was a puppy. My human took me to a dog park. This dog park had a small lake. I thoroughly enjoyed running along the waters edge. The sand between my toes; my ears flopping in the wind; the light spray of water as I dashed around the shallows, great fun.

I was playing with some other dogs on the shore line when their human tossed a ball in to the small lake. They dashed off after the ball and in the heat of the moment I tagged right long.

No one bothered to tell me that the water would suddenly become deep and I'd have to swim. As I leapt from the shallows in chase of the ball I suddenly found that there was no ground beneath me. I plopped in to the water and for an instant I went under. It was terrible. I had water in my ears and my eyes. It took a moment for me to get my bearings before I could paddle back to shore.

Once on solid ground again I ran over to my human and stared her down. After all, she should have warned me that was going to happen. How dare she let be bound off and nearly drowned. Of course if she had warned me I doubt I would have listened anyway, but since I'm the dog and this is my blog we'll leave the blame on the human.

To this day that experience haunts me and I fear bodies of water and even small pools. I also don't enjoy taking baths, running through sprinklers or getting caught out in the rain. Thankfully I live in Arizona and rain isn't a frequent occurrence. The few times my human has tried to take me out in the rain, even if it's only a slight sprinkle, I resist. Yes she has actually pulled me from the van and dragged me in to walmart because of how much I dislike being wet.

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