My dog, Albright, is a picky pooch. She's extremely particular about which humans she'll speak to, how much of the bed belongs to her (76%, diagonally), and whether we can go outside when it's raining. Her disdain for strangers and moisture usually means we can never go swimming in the summer (people! water!), but that's never stopped me from trying.
But this year, at my family's annual summer lake vacation near the Minnesota border, she finally came around!
Well, I should say she didn't come around
immediately.
Maybe there's something magic in the water, besides swimmer's rash.
But this year, at my family's annual summer lake vacation near the Minnesota border, she finally came around!
Well, I should say she didn't come around immediately.
Maybe there's something magic in the water, besides swimmer's rash.
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