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It's weird because I don't see Molly do anything that would warn anyone off.

Nor did Harriet, aside from being present and occasionally glancing at Elliott. I don't know if he was paranoid, or if she was sending him death rays that I couldn't see.

I suspect the latter. I had cats like this. Nickleby would just glance at Madeline, and she would run away from her dish. He would be eating his own food, he wouldn't be making any motion her way, I was unable to perceive any maliciousness or intimidation of any kind in his glance, but she would tear out of there like she was about to be murdered. Also, I was standing there I wasn't going to let him hurt her or eat her food! I had to visually separate them while they were eating, the entire time they lived together.
It's yer non-verbal communication, and evidently, it can be very scary!

Catherine
& Zoe the cockerchow
& Queenie the black gold retriever
& Max the Pomeranian
& Rosalie the calico
I hope you won't give up. It's taken me weeks to get some dogs over the hump. But where there's a will, there's a way. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I'm late into this turn of the thread, but we just returned from an actual vacation. DH's clever parents bought a house on a lake and the water is warm and shallow. We decided that Miss Bella (now generally known as Chautauqua Belle) wanted to learn to swim.

DH got into the water and called to her (enticing her with a stick), but it seemed like she thought he had been swallowed by the floor, which was inexplicably moving. She had to navigate a few rocks to get into the water and she was terribly unsure about them, so she extended her claws and gripped tightly to each rock as she gingerly made her way towards the water. But she would not go in.
I dropped a stick where the water meets the rocks and it took her forever to retrieve it. As Jack mentioned, Latehr. Rinse. Repeat. I dropped the stick a little further out until she had to actually go into the water.
Once she was in, she did a little better and I could actually toss the stick into the water as long as she didn't have to actually swim.

After quite some time, she finally decided that it might be ok to get a stick that she had to swim for. Actually, she ran in the water like some sort of deranged Loch Ness Monster, but she would swim back. She even dragged DH to shore if he held the stick.
We decided that she had trouble seeing a stick in the water (duh), so we dug up some balls. It was a different story then.

She has been very enthusiastic about the water since we got a nice ball that floats and had even begun to make up her own games pawing the ball in the water.
Bad news, we had to come home and she will miss her daily swims, but after spending an hour every day, she turned into a very enthusiastic swimmer. She now launces into the lake and looks around, waiting for a ball to drop from the sky.
Still couldn't get her to jump off the dock. That will take another week or two.
We decided that Miss Bella (now generally known as Chautauqua Belle) wanted to learn to swim.

Both days this weekend, we went on walks that had water access. Saturday's walk involved a little stream. We waded in, and tried to get the dogs to come in with us. Khan went in a little deeper than he normally does, and actually got his chest wet. Pan stayed on shore and looked at me with great concern on her face. She ran up and down, crossed over to the other side at the shallowest point, ran up and down on the other side. She finally decided to walk up to me, very gingerly probing the bottom with her feet (she is veery cautious about things sticking out of the water, like rocks and branches). Went in up to her elbows, stumbled slightly on a submerged rock, and that was that.Then yesterday, we packed up the nephew and the dogs, and went to Mason Neck, with access to the bay. We walked Khan around on his leash, but let Pan off. Khan would go wherever we would (not that he had any choice about that), but would always make a beeline for the shore when he could. Once again, Pan was not happy with watching me wade in and get away from the shore, and came after me, trying to find the shallowest points.

Once she got interested in the geese and boats, she had no problems walking around in about a foot of water, and we played fetch with a piece of driftwood. I think that she had a good time, walking around, digging in the sand, getting startled by pieces of wood sticking out, giving the geese her best evil eye, and nosing around where a bunch of kids were building sand castles and digging moats.
I remembered well what Amy said about the water not necessarily cooling dogs off. This water was WARM. I was pretty surprised, because I had assumed that the bay water would be cold.
Suja
I remembered well what Amy said about the water not necessarily cooling dogs off. This water was WARM. I was pretty surprised, because I had assumed that the bay water would be cold.

I was interested in that information as well.
We had Bella fetching for reasonably long periods of time, but both of us would have her stop before too long.
I'm glad we didn't overdo things.
And it took Bella a couple of days before she decided that water wasn't evil. She is slow getting used to new surfaces - even when it's something like the downstairs getting converted to hardwood flooring (like the bedroom). That took days for her to feel comfortable there, too.