My favorite holiday used to be Halloween. Now it is Labor Day. Just because of the doggy swim.
|Having a yell|
Although it took a little time for him to make up his mind to get into the pool, Ray went in SEVEN times. Seven times without anyone pushing him, pulling him, or otherwise interfering with him. He had an absolute ball. Renegade that he is, Ray even went in after the whistle had blown and everyone was out of the pool. I had just slipped on my sandals and was toweling off when I accidentally dropped Ray's leash. The next thing I knew, it was dog overboard and Ray was headed to the deep end. I hastily de-shoed, went in after him, and led him back to the side.
|Swimmin' like a fish|
As usual Maddie, our across the street neighbor, was there swimming like a fish. Ray's new next door neighbors Archie and Dory were there too. So were his friends Bert and Ernie.
Surprisingly, Archie, the bowling-ball shaped Pug, is a better swimmer than his slightly more svelte sister, Dory. Both stuck to the more manageable depths of the baby pool. Ernie came to give Ray a quick kiss before going off to swim. Elder statesman, Bert, showed a bit more restraint, striding around the pool perimeter watching the action like an overzealous lifeguard.
|Having another yell|
Over the course of the year Gregg has a countdown going on his head. Out of the blue he will say, "Only (so many weeks) until the pool opens." I know that Ray has a similar countdown going on in his head; it started the day the dog swim ended.
Overheard at the pool (spoken by Chester's human sister): "I have a cat named Chester. Ray lives next door to me."
Overheard while walking aorund the block: "Look Dad, it's the dog from the pooooool!" (The last word was howled.)
|Maddie and her human, Sandra|
*All photos provided courtesy of Maddie's other human, Dick.