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Thanks for the well written and entertaining story!

Thanks for the compliment!
From your description, you HAVE to be talking about living in Reston for the summer!
Nope. We are staying in Reston's evil twin, Burke Centre. Same difference, right? If you picked me up, blindfolded me, and dumped me in the middle of Reston I probably wouldn't even realize I was in the wrong place. Ah, suburbia.

Melanie Lee Chang > Form ever follows function. Departments of Anthropology and Biology >
University of Pennsylvania > Louis Sullivan (Email Removed) >
Adventures in Suburbia: Solo swims for the first time. Congrats to Solo for swimming. Nice story and you tell it ... Manassas, I experienced much worse) and Lucy is getting swimming lessons. What a lucky dog though she'll tell you otherwise.

Back in April, while exploring an interesting critter hole on an 8 foot high bank, she fell into a flooded creek, got stuck between two logs and Dave (our hero!) had to rescue her. If she knew how to swim, I think she could've gotten herself out or at least would've not gotten stuck in the first place. After reading that story, Melinda referred to Lucy as the Anti-Lassie which is probably right since Lassie would never be such a total ditz to fall into a flooded creek. Then in her joy at being rescued, Lassie would NOT do a happy dance, fall in again and have to be rescued a frickin' second time. As we often tell Lucy, it's a good thing she's cute.

So we've decided that Lucy has to learn to swim and so we've hit the local swimming holes a few times this summer. Pablo learned to swim 4 years ago when we discovered Six Mile Creek (just lovely). Our technique was simple: we would swim into the deep part and Pablo, a collie in touch with his Inner Lassie, went in to save and herd us back to shore. He became a pretty darn good swimmer and I think actually enjoys it which is unusual for a collie. He even likes to fetch sticks in the water though his technique is nothing like a typical lab (Pablo's a suave, debonair guy and finds splashing rather uncouth).With Lucy, the technique we used with Pablo didn't work since, being that she's the Anti-Lassie, she has no Inner Lassie to get in touch with. She looked at us from the shore and pretty much said "it's your funeral." So over and over, I carried her (thank goodness she's just a 43 pounder) to waist deep water, held her in place and, with much praise, let her swim to shore. Praise works very well with Lucy as she's so vain.

When she reaches shore, she likes to strut along the bank while we sing accolades to her tremendous bravery. She was a little scared the first time but she's now fairly calm about the whole thing. I'm happy to see that she's gotten much more confident about water in general (when I first got her, she was a 'fraidy-cat about getting her dainty feet wet in a shallow stream) and now will voluntarily wade in.
Chris and her smoothies,
Pablo and Lucy the "Ditzy Blond" collie)
Fly is a strong swimmer if it's hot enough out and she's in the mood, but usually she isn't.

What your "lake" needs are a couple of ducks. I still remember the look on Solo's face when she took off after a couple at Ellanor Lawrence. Come to think of it, the ducks had the same look on their face.
Solo is an enthusiastic wader who lives in apparent deathly fear of not being able to feel the bottom with his feet. Nothing will induce him to swim in water higher than his withers, not even me leading him out.

That sounds like Khan. He has become an enthusiastic wader, since I insist on taking the dogs for walks no matter how frickin' hot it gets.
Solo climbed out of the water and dropped the ball at my feet. He was covered in algae, but his tail was up in the air, a gallant, bedraggled, dripping banner. Then he crouched and waited for me to throw.

Attaboy, Solo! Hey, maybe he's ready to get back that ball he lost at Mason Neck.
I contemplated throwing the ball into the middle of the lake again, but I didn't.

Ah well, we can't all be eeevil, can we?
Suja
With Lucy, the technique we used with Pablo didn't work since, being that she's the Anti-Lassie, she has no Inner ... she was a 'fraidy-cat about getting her dainty feet wet in a shallow stream) and now will voluntarily wade in.

Yah, well, I live with the Dog That Woulst Drown. Viva can't swim. Really. I know I've talked about it before.
Melanie talked about bizarrely dense dogs. Viva is one. She is heavy-boned and because of that and no body fat, she can't swim. She too does the vertical splash, but that's because her butt sinks like a rock even when she's paddling frantically with it. And if she doesn't have a life vest on, she sinks. Sad but true.
Cala, OTOH, swims like a shark. I wish there was a speed swimming competition she can outdistance labs. It's hysterical to see her cutting through the water like a knife, stub sticking up like a tiny rudder.
Attaboy, Solo! Hey, maybe he's ready to get back that ball he lost at Mason Neck.
We should go back and get it!
I keep meaning to call you, but it's been so #$()*@!!! hot and buggy that I have been mostly unmotivated to go for long woodsy walks. Time to get with the program, though. I've got two weeks left in Suburbia.

Melanie Lee Chang > Form ever follows function. Departments of Anthropology and Biology >
University of Pennsylvania > Louis Sullivan (Email Removed) >
I've got two weeks left in Suburbia.

Any luck finding housing in San Francisco yet?

Melinda Shore - Software longa, hardware brevis - (Email Removed)

Average real weekly wages are lower today than they were at the end of the 2001 recession.
What your "lake" needs are a couple of ducks. I still remember the look on Solo's face when she took off after a couple at Ellanor Lawrence. Come to think of it, the ducks had the same look on their face.

A duck was the cause of Zoe learning how to swim. My brother's family was visiting and they brought their golden/collie mix, Opie, and we had both dogs down by the lake. My brother said "when Opie spots that duck, she'll go right in the lake." So we called the dogs' attention to the duck and they both went tearing down to the lake Opie stopped short on the shore, and Zoe went flying in completely submerged, and then came up dog paddling. She had this look on her face like "whoa... I didn't know I could do this" and she has been an enthusiastic swimmer ever since.

Naturally the duck escaped unscathed.

Catherine
& Zoe the cockerchow
& Queenie the black gold retriever
& Rosalie the calico
It's hysterical to see her cutting through the water like a knife, stub sticking up like a tiny rudder.

Yes, it DOES sound hysterical! But where are the peectures so that the rest of us can enjoy it too???

Catherine
& Zoe the cockerchow
& Queenie the black gold retriever
& Rosalie the calico
Any luck finding housing in San Francisco yet?
Yes! With parking and only about five blocks from Golden Gate Park.

Melanie Lee Chang > Form ever follows function. Departments of Anthropology and Biology >
University of Pennsylvania > Louis Sullivan (Email Removed) >
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