Zoë Bowyer

I have never been a strong swimmer. But I can float. Like a poo. Gracie, however, is a natural. Last weekend we took the hounds to the beach and discussed how we were going to introduce Gracie to water (D being a sea lover would want a sea loving dog). We tried throwing sticks into the shallow waves, but each time Gracie would wait for the tide to move back so she could avoid stepping in the water.

We soon tired of this game. Later on the beach we came across a big dog with a football (I think he is a local dog as we had seen him before at this beach). The dog was just looking for some sport so we started kicking the football for him and all three dogs would go running after it. At the end of the beach there is a river and D kicked the ball into it. The big dog jumped in and swam for the ball whilst Macy and Gracie barked at the river’s edge. Then all of a sudden Gracie jumped in and started swimming. The current was strong and it carried her downstream before she fully got the hang of swimming and made it back to the river’s edge.

We were so proud of her.