Pooch Plunge

Singer and I went to the town's annual Pooch Plunge yesterday to see if she had overcome her fear of water.  The answer was a resounding NO!  I definitely spent more time in the furry water than she did, but it was all worth it.

Singer's one real swim.  She walked off the edge behind her
and frantically swam to the closest ledge.

Singer's tormenter.  This little Italian Greyhound wouldn't leave her alone!

Mom, I HATE it here!  Can we go home now?

Everyone else's dogs, having a ball.  

Please don't trick me into getting into the water again.  Please!

We stayed until the bitter end, when she was the only dog left in the pool complex.  After I took off her life jacket, she ran around like a maniac, catching the attention of the lifeguards, pool volunteers and dog park officials.  If you haven't seen (or heard) Singer run, you probably won't appreciate the awesomeness of this feat.  It sounds like a cross between a polo match and a freight train, and you can see her back legs advance past her front paws mid-stride.  In any event, she was tearing across the concrete, grass and pool deck like a dog on fire.  When she got to the kiddie pool, she took a Olympic level flying leap over the corner of the pool.   I was a little worried she was going to fall short and smash her face into the pool's edge.  While my heart stopped, everyone stared and gasped.  I'm pretty sure I heard a few "oh my god"s and "flying squirrel" used to describe her run.

It was glorious, and I was really proud of my silly pup.