Farley here.
I’m at the lake this week. That’s a cottage for eastern Canadians and a cabin for western Canadians, but to a dog it’s a place on the water.
Now humans are strange. They like to run, scream and jump off the end of the dock. See my concerned look?
How am I not supposed to be excited about this? My humans tell me not to bark as they jump in.
Well, duh. Don’t they understand they can’t breathe under the water? I need to tell them.
“Stop,” I bark.
“Don’t jump,” I bark.
“No barking,” Kristina says and then like a crazy woman, she jumps in.
Well pardon me for caring. I chase her. And look what happens.
I don’t like swimming. Let me stress, “I DON’T LIKE SWIMMING.”
And yet, here I am chasing my humans. Kids, adults, they’re all nuts.
The things I do for love.
Woof Woof!
Creative Story Editors 
Farley, I think you picked up a Manitoba phrase while you were there last summer. “The lake” is what they say instead of “the cottage/cabin”. As in “where’s your lake?”
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Jan, you are so smart. I was in Manitoba last month and I was at a ‘lake.’ The word must have crept into my vocabulary by accident. Woof Woof.
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Awww, you are so sweet, Farley!
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Me sweet? I’m going to repeat that every hour today. 🙂
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You’re almost walking on water!
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The word ALMOST is the problem. I want to walk on water, but no matter what I do, in I go!
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