Even when our humans are busy, they still escape with us to the lake!
I'm not going to lie to you. Since we haven't been hiking or swimming in awhile (freakin' winter), we were a little uncoordinated at first.
Fortunately, our mom is patient. She didn't kill us, and she let us swim!
Fin and I love swimming because when we lived in Clemson, we got to run on Lake Hartwell's dyke all the time. On the other hand, Bogart is brand, stinkin' new to swimming. He did okay, but like always, he just wanted to play fetch. [Eye roll.]
He learned pretty quickly that logs can be really slippery. Mom had to help him out of the lake once. She said next time he's wearing a life jacket (if she can find it.)
Really, we like wading in the muddy parts just as much as we like swimming. And even though the lake we go to now is little-bity compared to Lake Hartwell, there are lots of herons to watch.
So we've tried out best to keep it together and actually listen so that they'll keep taking us on Friday afternoons.