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Getting My Feet Wet

October 23rd, 2009

When redhairmommy and blondemommy adopted me when I was 3 months old, they knew they were going to find out all sorts of exciting things about me. They would take me for walks and learned that I liked to carry things while I walk, they discovered that after they gave me a talking to for peeing in the house, I never EVER did it again. They got me at the end of July, so I used to go for evening and morning walks cuz it was hot in the summer. What they noticed, was that I would occasionally wander off into the middle of the street, and once they started paying more attention to when I was pulling these shennanigans, they began to see that I would always avoid houses with sprinklers in their yard. It was then that they learned that I hated water. Here I was, 3 months old, and would not go NEAR a drop of water (well, besides to drink). They didn’t know much about my history, except for the fact that I was found (along with my brothers and sisters) in a cardboard box, underneath a car, in the middle of a parking lot. They probably never will know what happened to make me hate water. My mommy thinks fondly of the first time she gave me a bath and ended up with big red scratches covering her entire body from me trying to escape the water torture (by “fondly”, I mean “not fondly”). However, it’s funny how things change. As you have read in my previous posts, I quite like it out here in WA. Yesterday, my mommy took me down to the lake and she walked with me down a dock. She thought I looked like I wanted to jump in the water, and she was scared because I’ve never gone swimming before. But because I looked so interested in the water, she took me down to the boat landing and let me sniff the lake. Well, I did more than sniff. I got in it…all the way up to my elbows/knees!!!! My mom was floored because this was a huge step for me, one I haden’t done in all my 5 1/2 years. I am no longer letting my fear of water get in the way of me discovering the world I live in. Maybe next time I can learn how to snorkel…


3 Responses to “Getting My Feet Wet”

  1. horacia on October 24, 2009 6:40 am

    Ughhhh… me too, I understand you. I never got to snorkeling, only to go into the water up to my elbows. Well, but I was actually just short of drowning when I was about 6 months old and ran out on thin ice on a lake. Obviously I didn’t come back when called and mum had to go get me once the ice broke. That was a scare! For both of us… and my ears were soooo long because she pulled me out of the water by them!

  2. jakesmom on October 24, 2009 5:34 pm

    Alright!!! The water is really fun!! I love to go swimming in my mom and dad’s pool! At least I don’t hop around like a rabbit when I’m in there… My brother Wolfie tries to body slam me when I get out… He’s always done that… but now I loose my balance alot easier… so that kind of bugs me. Maybe one of these days, I’ll body slam him back… that should surprise the crap out of him! 🙂

    Hope you get to actually swim in the water one of these days and see how much fun that actually is. Maybe you’ll have to wait till the weather gets warm again… Don’t want to freeze your butt!

    Jake

  3. admin on October 27, 2009 10:28 am

    Fear water no more with the new Float Coats from Ruff Wear! 😉

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