I am the mother of two rather large mutts. Bessie, a catahoula leopard dog/labrador retriever mix, weighs in at about 75 pounds. She’s like a lab, spotted like a cow. She even has webbed toes. We joke that between the spots and her whiskers, sometimes she resembles a leopoard seal pup. Olive, a petite lab/border collie (we think) mix, weighs in at around 45 pounds and bounces and leaps like her legs are made of springs. Watching her run is like poetry in motion. Watching her jump up and down is just plain hilarious. The one thing these two crazy girls have in common? Hatred of water.
That’s right. My two dogs, despite the fact that they supposedly have retriever running through their little puppy veins, have no interest in plunging into some body of water to retrieve dead waterfowl. In fact, they’d rather not even wade in the shallow end. Or walk through a puddle. Or go out in the rain. Or take a bath. Or, even on the hottest of hot Southern summer days, get into the kiddie pool you lovingly provided for their refreshment. On a rainy day, they will poke their little heads out the doggie door, and, at the sight of precipitation, sigh and refuse to go outside, no matter HOW BAD they have to pee. And heaven forbid you try to take Bessie to the beach. I’m sure we look like animal abusers every time we’ve tried it, because if we get too close to the waves, she basically digs her paws into the sand and refuses to go any further. And here we are, dragging her by the leash, “It’s the beach! You are such a lucky puppygirl that you get to come to the beach! Puppies LOVE water! You even have webbed toes! Isn’t this fun?” All the while our dog is acting like we are attempting to drag her into a WOOD CHIPPER. We basically don’t even bother any more. Continue reading “hydraphobia!”