Swim Lessons

Hey All.

A couple of weeks ago Bert decided it was time for me to begin my swimming lessons.  I am not to sure about water.  In fact I am hesitant to get in.  But my friend Bert is so excited about the wet stuff, and I will admit he does make it look like fun, and again he is SOOOOO excited about water I thought OK let the lessons begin.

There he is, The Giant Golden Otter, better known as Bert, showing me how fun swimming is.

There's me watching from the shore.  I can taste the fun, but I don't know.

"You'll be with me right Bert?"

"Yea kid, I'll be there."

Oooooo I am so scared.  "How about if you show me one more time Bert?"

WHAT??!!!  No one said anything about diving!  Shouldn't I learn to swim before moving on to diving?

"See Bud there is nothing to it.  Now lets go back to shore and start again."

"OK OK Bert I think I am ready.  I'll race ya back to solid ground."

"What ya doing there Bert?  Are you looking for somethin'?"

 

Oh no he didn't!  This is apart of swimming???? 

 

NO WAAAAY!  I am out of here.  It is not natural for a k-9 to stick his head under water, and NO WAY is it natural to be under water for more than 40 seconds!  Was his momma a fish or what?

He just kept doing it, over and over. 

"Buddddddy yooou woooon't beeelieeeve wwwwhat I founnnnd undddddder Herrrrre." 

"What?  What Bert, what did you find?  Is it sunken treasure?  Is it Elvis?  OH is it the lost city of Atlantis?"  "What, what did you find Bert?"

It's a rock ya all.  He found a rock.  Somethin' just not right with that boy.

And another rock.  He just kept swimming, diving and bring back rocks.  My momma told me once he found a six pack of beer under the water.  I tell ya what I would rather have a six pack of beer than a rock.

Well that was my swimming lesson for that day.  I will say I am not as scared of the water anymore.  But I don't think I will ever truly love it as much as The Giant Golden Otter, Bert. 

So I raced off to do what I do best, what I love, like Bert likes water.

Find me a good stick.

Yea that's it. 

 

Ya know we all have our special ways, our own unique stuff we like, we are different.  And you know what?  That's OK, cuz if we all liked pulling rocks off the river bottom then who would save the sticks, and if we all saved sticks who would feed the hungry, and we all fed the hungry who would foster animals in need.  Ya see where I am going with this?   Oh sure we all can do several thing, and even do them well, but ALL of us need to find at least that one thing that we are really passionate about and give it our all.  I LOVE sticks, but I am finding a new appreciation for water and swimming (NOT DIVING).

Blessings,
Buddy


PS from my momma: I am a little sick today.  You see on Monday I broke Bert.  I BROKE him!  Buddy, Bert, myself and Bert's Vickie were in the mountains and Bert was showing Buddy once again how cool water and swimming is.  I was throwing sticks and rocks in the water for Bert (which he loves more than life it's self).  Well it seems I underestimated how fast and how far Bert can leap.  In throwing a small rock AWAY from Bert into the water Bert leaped I'd say about 87 feet like a rocked.  You could hear the sound of the rock hitting his mouth as it echo across the pond.  I BROKE HIM.  But it was like he thought nothing happened and could not understand why all the action stopped and everyone was lifting up his lips.  He just stood there wanting me to throw a stick or something as blood trickled down his chin.  Today Bert had to have a root canal.  I feel so so bad.  Bert's Vickie said that I have broke him once, she has broken him twice (once with a ball and once with a rock), and there is one other time that he got broke but no one knows how it happened.  Bert is doing fine after his root canal and he also had a growth thing removed from his back.  He is just chillin now as the happy meds are wearing off.