I hope that everyone had a great 4th of July! Mine was going swimmingly until my parents made me actually go swimming. I enjoy going into the water about chest deep, but my parents always wondered if I could swim. Well, Daddy put on his swim trunks, went out to where I could not stand, and decided to find out...with great risk to my personal safety I might add. [Parents' note: drama-pug, Daddy was there with him the whole time.]
Here I am, none too happy to have found that my paws are not in contact with solid ground. I must think back to my PIA survival training.
This is Daddy taking me out to the torture sight, you can see the back of my little head as I dread the inevitable.
In this picture I am trying to begin swimming before I even make contact with the ground.
TURN AND BURN!!! Legs don't fail me now!
Kick, kick, kick!!!
Keep the head up, nice and smooth. Concentrate, homicidal wishes can be acted upon later.
I noticed that whenever I would think that I was doing well I would instantly be removed from "the zone," this would cause me to sink like a pug shaped stone.
But I always did seem to recover nicely; I do not believe that my parents will fare so well when I am done with them.
Reaching the shore, and safety. I wish my parents did not derive such amusement from my suffering.