Hot dogs.

Some weeks back, My Cushion went out for a day on the harbour without me. It was horrible of him to leave me behind on the hard floor. But he took lots of pictures. Here they are.

As you can see, there's A Lot of water around here. 

I'm not sure I like water.

I don't like it when my toes can't touch the bottom. And, I don't know whether you've noticed, but it's all so wet. And here's the really curious part,  no matter how wet I get in the water, when I get home, I always end up getting a hose down. Why? Aren't I wet enough already?

Since my stay-at-home human announced to the whole world that I can now swim, I've been feeling stressed. Every time we go to the beach, my humans now expect me to keep swimming out to fetch sticks and balls. Why would I be interested, I ask you? It's not like you can eat them. Why can't they just let me roll around the sand and find some yummy dried squid instead? I just can't understand humans sometimes.

But I don't like to disappoint My Cushion, so I've been working hard on my technique all summer. I think I might be getting better. Please tell me what you think.

I know I'm still splashing about a bit too much here.  

But here's a picture of me swimming calmly and c.o.n.f.i.d.e.n.t.l.y.

I met this dog @Mort Bay. He didn't think I could swim.

Huh. I showed him.

I'm not sure if he was impressed by my technique though.

Don't tell anyone, but I've been having some secret swimming lessons too. I had one with Pinky Bella  @Illoura a few weeks ago.

Maybe you can't see too well here because my out-at-work human didn't take good pictures, but Pinky is a bulldog. Her human says Pinky is very special because most bulldogs can't swim.

I suspect I might have some bulldog in me.

Early one morning, I had a swimming lesson with Echo too. We met up @ Birchgrove. The water was nice and calm.

For such a big furry dog, Echo swims pretty well. Why he doesn't sink when his fur gets all wet is A Mystery.

This isn't Pinky! It's another bulldog I met @Callan. His name is Rocky.

Lucky for me, Rocky was a regular bulldog and couldn't swim, so I didn't feel so stupid about not being able to either.

All in all, I much prefer playing on the beach.

Alaska likes the beach too.



A new dog came along. He was nervous.

He ran up the rocks to hide.

 It took a lot of patience, but he finally came down to play with us.

Cleo turned up! Her spots still haven't gone away, poor thing.

Mr Thumper can't run much anymore. He tried playing with this dog. I don't think she was too interested.

When it's hot, it's good not to run around all the time.

You can lie down and play and still have a very good game.

The weatherman says it's going to be 41degreesC today. I don't know why my humans would believe anything the weatherman says. If I fibbed as often as he does, I'd be in the doghouse.

My stay-at-home human's been busy watering the plants and getting them ready for the heat. She's filled the water pots too, in case Alfred gets hot and wants to have a swim.

Nobody had better drag me out to the beach today. I'm going to find a nice cool corner and go to sleep. I hope my stay-at-home human turns on the airconditioning soon. Maybe she'll do that after she finishes washing my bedsheets and hanging them out to dry.

Oh! Her phone just started barking! That means it's time to feed me again. I'm getting 5 little meals today. My tummy is still not well.

It's tough being a dog.