When I heard that the local pool was allowin' a special day just for dawgs, I begged Mom to toss all her plans aside and take me...and so she did. She coulda just dropped me off and left me there because once I saw the blue water and all the dawgs partayin' on the other side of the fence, I knew exactly what to do.
Chester: BARK! BARK! BARRRRRRRRRRRK!!!!!
Chester's Mom:Shhhhhhhh! Just a minute!
Chester: A minute? Your "minutes" are like hours. Get me inside that fence NOW before I blow a gasket.
Chester's Mom: I need to make sure I have everything in your backpack.
Chester: I do not need anythin'! BARK! BARK! BARRRRRRRRRRK!!!!
(Hard to believe but I can be quite obnoxious when I see sumpthin' I want)
Anyway, she FINALLY left me out and we proceeded to the pool area. At the sound of the leash becomin' unhooked, I was gone faster than you can say "Titanic"
Without further ado, here are the pics from my pool partay.
There was a whole lotta toy swappin' goin' on....
|(Mom is a little concerned about my kleptomaniac ways.)|
....and the Blonde seemed concerned I might not give hers back.
She had to enlist the help of her Big Brown brother to snatch it away from me.
This is the big dawg pool ~ there were some little dawgies in the kiddie pool. I know 'cuz I ran thru it just to say hello and to see what was goin' on there.
Sumtimes it was just too inconvenient to swim to the steps to get out.
Once the Blonde left, I had (my own) Wubba to keep me company.
I always heard that 2 leggers get excited when they see sumpthin' Brown floatin' in the water,
but they seemed quite unconcerned about it today.
I was so tired that even though Mom was goin' well over the speed limit down a back road and takin' pics at the same time, I coulda cared less. I was havin' sweet dreams of clear blue waters and wet dawg fun.
You can bet your bottom biscuit that I can hardly wait for the end of summer next year,
and have the calendar marked so we never miss the local pool closin' down again.
Woofs and pooled slobbers,