WaterdogJune 24, 2006
I've made the most amazing discovery. Actually new-dog Clara has.
I've always LOVED watching the water-dogs at the Albany Bulb, and I always wanted one. Badly. Harriet has short little legs and doesn't trust them to hold her up in water, and I don't blame her. Miss Idaho is smaller than the average football, so it behooves her to stay out of the waves, too.
When I first took Clara down to the water's edge at Point Isabel, she only showed mild interest. She got her paws a little wet and then traipsed away.
But the other day (she's off-leash now where it's legal -- she knows she's part of our pack now), she was just paddling her tootsies when a fast, wet Lab roared past her and into the water, after his errant tennis ball. She followed, because she is a goer. Suddenly, she was IN the water, no ground below her feet. She went down. Came up. Froze. Paddled. Then she had it, and boy, did she.
It was like watching a kid learn to speak, but more like the kid didn't waste time with "mama" and "dada" but went straight to "I wanna ride a bike and later kin we have a bathtub full of ice cream?"
She was SWIMMING. She was leaping, dolphin-like. Weird, really, that she can do that. She would run up and out of the water, and tell me that she had been swimming, and then race back in.
And she is so cute. I don't think I've ever seen a more joyous dog. Some pics, and then I've gotta run, 'cause I think I head Lala pulling up. She's got two gigs today (including one at the Fillmore, tonight -- wow!) and also, it's Pride Weekend, which means today is the Dyke March, our national holiday. I'm second in line for a ride on the back of a friend's motorcycle, so I have high hopes. Sunscreen. Must remember sunscreen. I forget it every year.
Dogs is cute.
Sometimes Harriet will show off and go a little farther in: