Monday, October 4, 2010

Jeremy the Scientific Dog

Subtitle: Our Dog Can't Swim.

We were finally getting around to putting the lid on the pool yesterday and Jeremy decided to "help". Jeremy's version of "help" evidently consisted of the following thought process:

Mom and Dad are out here.
We always play out here.
They have a big piece of crinkly plastic stuff.
And they're moving it around.
ZOMG IT'S A NEW GAME I MUST POUNCE ON IT RIGHT AWAY!


So he leaped, and pounced, and....discovered that a pool cover that is floating on the top of the water will not infact hold a 60 lb. dog above the surface of said water. He also found out that it's impossible to swim in 50-degree water because the cold just sucks the life right out of you. WE discovered that he is still THE most agreeable dog we've ever had because the only thing Kev could grab on him was his collar, and pulled him up toward the deck, at which point Jeremy got a foot on the deck, and helped haul his soggy, stinky self out of the pool.
After which he decided that this was a good time to:
Zoom around the yard
Play-attack the rest of the pool cover
Play-attack the bungees for the pool cover
Play-attack the cord tying the pool cover to the deck posts
Play-attack our hands
And anything else he could think of to try to distract us from playing this shiny new game without him.

So he got sent into the house, where he promptly set up whining to be let out. Tough noogies, dog, we got a pool-covering to finish. Once we finished up, of course, we let him out again - and he promptly ran up on to the deck, and...tried to walk across the pool cover. He got one paw off the deck and onto the cover and I yelled at him so he backed off (probably the fact that the cover didn't support him helped, but I'm not certain).

He's a very scientific doggie - he must explore this strange new substance. Perhaps this time it will support his weight! Perhaps it will develop its own anti-gravity field! Perhaps it will suddenly metamorphose into a sturdy, solid, weight-bearing cover!

Meanwhile, we are accompanying him on his journeys to the backyard until we are certain he's done researching the Pool Cover.

He also got a warm bath and now smells minty-fresh, which doesn't impress him in the least.

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