What I didn't realize was just how much of a 'city dog' she is. I grew up in Northern Ontario (and I mean, NORTHERN Ontario), with mutts running around at our house that was just enough outside the city that no one wanted to drive us home, without collars, licenses or leashes. And that ate "Big Red" dog food, which to this day I'm sure was made out of cats. Or cardboard.
Anyway, on the way out to the cottage, this dog -- who is normaly in my lap when I am driving -- sat peacefully in the backseat of my $350.00 rental car (don't EVEN get me started) blissfuly unaware of our impeding arrival at my family reunion.
Did I mention she's not used to a lot of people?
She loves the water, and has taken to lying down in any puddle she can find -- even mud puddles -- to get her water fix. So, no worries on my part about the cottage. None what-so-ever. UNTIL she jumps off the dock. At the cottage. And realizes she cannot find a way back onto the dock. And can't understand that she needs to go back to shore. And decides to SWIM HER WAY UNDER THE DOCK AND GET STUCK.
I had to swim under the dock (did I mention the HUGE dock spiders?) and find the dog, speak to her softly, and coax her near enough to literally DRAG HER OUT. And then, I had to help her find her way back to shore. Did I mention she was hanging on to me like a baby? Did I mention she is OVER 55 POUNDS?
Needless to say that, after many scratches and close encouters with my boobs popping out, she made it. And she was SO proud of herself.
She is still madly in love with water, and made her way in a few more times, but looked like like a deer on ice whenever she tried to get out. Needless to say, she is exhausted and was like this the whole way back (in my $350.00 rental car):
We arrived home three hours ago, and she is still sleeping. You know what that means? She'll be listening for squirrel farts all night long.
And then will wake me up to tell me about it.
My poor, sweet baby.
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