It is my absolute favorite thing to do in the summer time. Heck, I even like to do it in the winter! This past January, I was down on Hilton Head Island, SC visiting my Grannie and I'd run into the ocean after chasing tennis balls on the beach to cool off my belly. (And I run so fast, sparks fly off my paws. At least I think so!)
I don't understand why bath time isn't as much fun as going swimming? Mommy tries to convince me that it's the same thing, but we know better, don't we?
One day, she was trying to get me to come home from the dog run and I wasn't quite ready to go. So whenever she'd grab the leash, I'd jump into this bucket. She calls it "Dog Soup with Tennis Ball garnish."
Once last summer it was so hot and steamy, Mommy took me to a place with an indoor swimming pool just for dogs! ("Fine with me!" says Mica.) It was filled with dozens of tennis balls, but every time I'd run around the edge and try to get one, it would bob under the water. Finally, I fell in. I wasn't too crazy that I couldn't touch the bottom, but one of the nice ladies there got me a lifejacket. Don't I look like I should be on Baywatch???