Water Torture

Today I met with Mr. & Mrs. Bulldog to take our puppies to the dog beach, their new puppy Mickey and my eight year old Rottweiler Rogue. As we drove up to the beach we were all apprehensive. We were not sure what Mickey would do, she is a puppy so we didn’t know if she would LOVE or hate the water and Rogue well he just about hated anything to do with water but I thought that MAYBE just maybe he would take to the beach.

I was soooo wrong.

We were on the beach for less than an hour and every few minutes Rogue would throw me this look and telepathically send some type of message. His rants went something like this...

“Seriously are you TRYING to kill me. You know I don’t like the water. Why the HELL do you think I would like the beach.”

or

“Is this about the time I opened the recycling bin and spread the trash all over the floor because I told you that the cats did it, it was not me, I don’t deserve this type of punishment.”

or

“At least have the decency to tie me in a sack if you are trying to drown me you cold hearted murder.”

or

“Water!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I don’t want to go in the water. It is evil I tell you. Things, evil things lurk in the water. I swear I will MELT.”

I mostly ignored Rogue’s incessant complaining. Mickey was less melodramatic than my dog. She just went with the flow. Isn’t she adorable?