Not that he actually swims, mind you. His passion is clinging to the edge of the pool and having us splash him with the water. He'll swim if he falls in (which happens on a fairly frequent basis), but his joy is running to whichever side of the pool he thinks we might be going, assuming his position on the edge and waiting for us to arrive to give him a little face-splash.
You know what they say: A tired dog is happy dog.
|I love swimmin' with bow-legged women!|
(with apologies to the movie Jaws)