Quack

Swimming as the humans say, Beth says I don’t swim I sink. So for a dog with massive webbed feet I am pretty terrible at the whole “swimming” thing. Bailey my sister on the other paw is a champ. So for many years now playing stick at the lake has been a cooperative game. She swims out to get it, and when she gets to the shore I steal it from her and try to claim all the glory. I do however love to splash around, as long as my paws are still touching the soil. In fact, I will stretch as far out as I possibly can with nothing but the tips of my toes on one paw still touching the earth, to try and reach ball.

The other day me and a pack of my friends were romping about at our favorite free range spot on the river. None of these young pups know the proper way to play ball and I was getting pretty annoyed with them. After awhile I just couldn’t take it anymore, they would go grab the ball out of the water and then just swim around with
it in their mouth. After one too many times of this stupid game I went for it. I ran and trip and stumble gracefully into the river after the ball. When my feet left the ground though something went wrong and my front half sunk with nothing but my butt and tail bobbing in the wind. And there I bobbed for a few very long (possibly a million) seconds until somehow I righted myself again. Then I started flailing around until my back paws touched the ground and I walked back to the shore. I think this swimming thing is going to take some more practice.

“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.” – Michael Caine