Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich


November 24th, 2003 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Shaking off more and more dust, Leo the Dog has updated his blog. He’s got a lot of catching up to do. Until he does, you can expect a new picture every day there. There will be one picture per missed week. Lots of fluffy, cute wholesome goodness.

Sadly, there are no pictures of our adventure to Bonnie’s Canine Swim Therapy this past summer. Yes, that’s right, in New York City, there’s a pool for dogs. For $50, you can get a half an hour private “fun swim.” Since Leo loves splashing in the kiddie pool at the dog run, we figured he’d really enjoy a chance to really swim.

We brought a camera, honest. But we were much too busy trying to get the dog to get into the pool. He was more interested in the dogs in the doggy day care part of the place. And in fairness, there was an awful lot of new and interesting stuff to sniff.

Bonnie’s facility is very nice, but unless the dog is inclined to dive in, it’s not easy to get him in. The pool is small, and the steps at one end are not meant for dogs, the first step being quite big. Leo wasn’t sure about the whole thing. We did manage to ease him in a few times, but once he was actually swimming, it was clear he just wanted to swim right on out of the pool, and fast. He’d paddle on over to the nearest edge and try to get out, which wouldn’t work because the edges are too high for him to get out.

This means trying to guide a frantically paddling dog towards the one side of the pool that has shallows and steps. This means getting kicked hard in the chest a few a times. Ouch. Watch those nails.

All in all, he had fun, but I don’t think we’ll do it again unless he gets used to swimming and diving somewhere else. At least Bonnie’s is close enough to the apartment that we could walk him home from there, seeing that no cab in this city would consider letting a wet dog hop in. But it was far enough away that the little mop had a chance to dry off before getting into the apartment.

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