I'm sitting here on the back porch writing a long-overdue blog round-up for Funny. Pup and Cassie are dorking around, squabbling over bully sticks, loafing, and (in Pup's case) searching for noxious plants to chew on. Pup wanders over to the east end of the backyard, a place she hasn't explored yet, for reasons I do not know. She drops a magnificent load over there and is roundly congratulated (she hasn't used the Floor Diapers even once in TWO DAYS!) and...and somehow she manages to wriggle past the barricade I've put up there to keep her and my son's dog away from the deep end of the pool.
The far end of the pool, which is very deep, a good eight or ten feet, hosts a Texas ranger and a feathery cassia. They're very pretty, but they block the human's access to the narrow band of pool decking over there. The dogs can get under the shrubbery, but I can't -- the only way I can reach that area is to swim to it.
I see her toddling along over there and think uh-oh... Shedding the shoes, I start to walk, as quietly as possible, around the shallow end to reach that side, there (I hope) to coax her toward me and out of danger.
Too effing late. Before I can reach the pool she tumbles in!
She's as far away from me as she can get and she's in the deepest part of the drink.
I run to the deep end and jump in fully clothed. Fortunately, by instinct she paddles hard enough to keep her head above water...briefly. My feet slip as I go airborne and I hit the water cattywampus. So it takes me a split second to right myself and swim toward her, during which she starts to go under. I reach her just as she gets one hell of a snootful, grab a leg, and lift her high enough so her head is out of the water.
Fortunately we're close to the bench, so I'm able to climb out of the pool. Wrap her with a kitchen towel long enough to pull off the jeans -- damn, but wet bluejeans are heavy! The pup is shivering, I'm shivering. Race her to the bathroom and wrap her in a bath towel; retrieve an electric heater from the closet and plug it in. Sit in front of the heater drying the dog. Which mercifully doesn't take much.
She's none the worse for wear: right now having a grand frolic with a ball.
Well, I'll say this: the water's not as cold as I expected...