Curious dog + new fish pond =

I didn’t hear Dreamer, my 10-year-old Pomeranian, come up the back steps and across the kitchen floor. I looked up from the computer to see a very sad, ashamed, remorseful and WET doggie. Poor little guy! I doubled a big beach towel around him. We walked out into the front yard to look at the pond. Dreamer bugged his eyes staining to look in the opposite direction. Returning to the scene of the crime/accident/trauma was too immediate to suit him. Camille joined us, gently assuring and patting the sweet distressed pooch. We looked at the pond for evidence. One large rock was missing from the edge, which would have allowed him to lean over…too far. On several sidewalls there were paw scratch marks in the algae where he had attempted to get out. At one of these sites the surrounding rocks were wet with little paw prints walking away. Obviously he had swum around a few times before finding the best way out. He hates getting his face wet and this time the only part of him not wet was his back. He had definitely slipped and fallen in face first. Those of you who know Dreamer know what a chowhound he is, so you will not be surprised to hear a few fish food flakes were still floating from their recent feeding. That’s my boy! He just had to go for it!

Wet dog + fish water = surprisingly OK when dry.