You'd never guess our big 'ol Oliver was, at one time, afraid to go in the water. It took weeks of gentle...and then not so gentle coaxing to get him into the water up to his armpits. Then he finally took that last step that found him without any footing.
It was all over from there.
If the gate is open in the backyard, Oliver is doing laps in the pool.
If it rained last night, Oliver is rolling in the puddles.
If there is a decorative pond, Oliver is standing in it.
This is our new weekend routine at the lake. And it doesn't end until he has collapsed...which takes about eight hours.