Where I Talk About Learning to Swim

Sorry it has been so long, but my Mom went on a trip way far away and left me all by myself at the Bed and Biskit Lodge. I know, I couldn’t believe she would do such a thing to me, but she did! She said she was going to the Washington capitol and that I couldn’t go because they didn’t allow dogs, but I have heard her talk about this place before and she said something about a few skunks that lived there. Now, what kind of city has room for skunks and not for dogs? Just asking… Anyways, I planned to give her two cold shoulders when she came back, but I didn’t. I was so happy to see her that I jumped up on the counter, spun around in circles and tried to give her 4,200 kisses while almost knocking her down. She said she was happy to see me, too, and called me her “bubbi, but she did not stand on her head or do any flips, so I think I missed her more than she missed me.

Well, now that it’s getting warmer outside, I can start thinking about swimming again. I didn’t know what swimming was until I came to live with Mom and Dad and they took me to a pool one day. Friends, just so you know, a pool looks like a gigan-enormous water bowl. A guy that worked there put me in a strange contraption that buckled around my belly and tried to coax me into that water, but at first, I was like “nothing doin.” But somehow when I walked, the floor ran out and all the sudden, I was in the water whether I liked it or not. The water must have been magic, though, because I did not drown, I just floated along. I still did not like it too much, though, until we started playing water-ball and that was lots of fun. My legs became like big flippers and I was so busy chasing the ball all over the pool that I forgot to be scared. I never did have to wear that thing around my belly anymore once I knew how to swim.

I asked Mom for a cool new pair of swimming goggle this year, but she said that I would probably have to wear a swimming hat instead. She said we have to try something to keep my ears from getting nasty and sick. Somehow, the idea of a hat in the water doesn’t sound right to me, I am sure I am heading once again for dork city. All that remains is for her to dress me in socks and sandals and then my humiliation will be complete.