Oooooh, my tongue is long. It must be dragging on the sand. I need an ade, a lemonade, a limeade, a Powerade, a doggade, can someone please give a pup some ade. It’s not even officially summer, and I am doggone HOT. Yupster. H.O.T. We went to the river last night. I chased sticks into the water for the first time. Some kids threw them for me. On about the tenth one, I was running in the water and all of a sudden my legs went out from me. The ground was gone. I was sinking. I became a submarine. I needed a straw, a snorkel, a breath apparatus. Felt desparate, panicked, very alarmed. I struggled to the surface, grasping for air, gasping for a breath, and gulp, got water. I was vertically with just my snout out. I was drowning. I’m not built to swim. I felt like a lead weight. I tried to envision myself as a feather. I saw Anne coming for me. Somehow I caught a paw on some sand. Then two, three, four paws. I’m safe. Not sure what happened. Now I feel tentative to chase a stick. Boy, it’s hot.
So glad you’re back! and sorry you’re not built for swimming!!
Oh, poor Ollie! Glad to see you and your mom are back at it again! We’ve missed you! I hope you overcome your swimming disaster! It is just too dang hot in Sacramento to NOT like the water!
So glad you and Ollie are back. I so enjoy sharing in the daily adventures.
Welcome back, Ollie buddy boy!!! Trace sends you wag wags and we are both real glad you’re back in action!!
hugs,
MaryD