Fionny’s fishing skills are maturing with the clarity of the water. He used to just bounce around shivering and lunge at the splashes in the water when they became too enticing. Lately, he has begun to do what a friend of mine said her dog used to do for hours at a time — stand quietly in the pond watching the fish and lulling them into complacency. Long after I tire of watching him and he blends into the background, he’ll suddenly dive in with his jaws open and make a grab. It is startling but fun to see. He swims back to shore sneezing and coughing, empty-mouthed, but one of these times he’ll have a flopping fish between his teeth, I believe it!
Beezee is beginning to catch on to the game. She has daintily stepped one foot, then two, and last night all four feet into the water, reaching just as far as she could without actually getting significantly wet. I’m waiting for the day she steps just a little too far and finds her front feet doing the instinctive dog paddle to regain her footing. That is how Fionn first discovered the joy of swimming when he was just a puppy and not long after that he became a water dog who lived for our visits to the pond so that he could swim around.