He wasn't quite a year old that spring. My first ever GSD Baron would have nothing to do with the water. This came as something of a shock to me as my previous three dogs, a Golden-Lab mix and two Chesapeakes, could hardly be kept out of it. At a local trout stream the water was apparently too cold and fast moving for Baron. A local pond had high banks and a muddy bottom. He didn't even go near it. Then finally, we went on a hike at a nearby state park. The park seemed abandoned in the spring with nary a person in sight. On the well groomed and sandy "no dogs allowed" beach Baron discovered a stick.
He decided to attack it!
Then I threw it in the water and he chased after it. Voila! He was swimming. Queen B looked astonished and then worried . I reassured her by mentioning that he was born knowing a basic swimming stroke. The "dog paddle."
"You think Michael Phelps is good? Well look at me," says Baron.
Well now I have a new challenge. Lily our six year old (according to her vet) rescue female GSD. She doesn't play with toys, won't fetch, chew on bones and of course go near the water. Nada. She is extremely needy, devoted, loving, friendly to strangers and will attack any other dog on first sight. I'm working on that problem and also intend to begin swimming lessons soon. Many friends have assured me "you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Well, I've learned a few new ones in recent years and I hope Lily can do the same...:)