And playing with my camera of course.
I looked up and my non-swimming Labrador was...swimming?
Yup, all on her own she was paddling away. We made eye contact and I started to walk back to land. Obediently, having made her point she made a one-eighty and swam back.
Ordinarily this is no big deal but my Labrador was never encouraged to swim by her former family, people who did not take her out for rambling walks much either, it would seem.
My Cheyenne is full of surprises. She got a bath and her favorite treat when we got home, a rawhide with a piece of chicken jerky hidden inside.
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