Menosukhi Mondays; A Pet Boomerang Post; 2

Continuing the saga of trying to mix a savannah dog with an enormous puddle...

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Teaching an old dog new tricks part two! (What? Missed part one?  It was last Monday...)

We left off where Jade was tippy-toeing around the roaring surf laplets of water at Newport Bay.  For really rather an adventurous dog, she was a total wimp when it came to getting wet.

But granny was determined that she should give it a go, so encouraged me to go in at the deeper end….?  How did that happen…!... Oh yes, the logic was that Jade's love and fear for my safety would over-ride her natural aversion to immersion.  Seemed like a good theory at the time.

"huh, cough, splutter,snort....blah!"

Jade wasn't having a bar of it though, despite my 'near-drowning'.  She was definitely worried.  This was obvious from the knitted and wrinkled brow, the sunken tail and the barking at granny to go do her lifesaving bit.  HAH, snigger, stick that in yer stack and smoke it, gran!  But this was only the third time Jade had come up against the blockade that was Mrs Mac. Out came the tennis ball.

Oh no, not the tennis ball!

Irresistible.   Every dog has her price.  Not every dog has a human granny as crafty and wise as Jade's.  First, the ball got dropped just in front - 3 inches into the maelstrom 2-inch wavelet.  Gradually it got thrown and then fully lobbed out in the general direction of myself. 

My part was to stay in the deep and keep calling.  It was comical to watch my red rover do her best to walk on water.  The toes would get pointed and lifted as high as canine joints would permit.  If the water touched her tummy, magical suspension caused her to rise taller. But finally, the ball was just too far in and that last attempt where all four legs were lifted over her head, Jade experienced her first under-water snorkelling gig.  When she rose, like one of those Olympic synchronised water dancers, she had the ball firmly clenched in her jaw!

Not quite, but nearly - front paws pulled her shoreward!

I put my hand under her tummy and guided the somewhat panicked creature into the point where she could touch the ground.  Granny didn't let up - away went the ball again.

There was the briefest look of "what the…?", but instinct took over and in she came.  This time she was right beside the floating YAM - who had ownership of the ball.  

Now what?!