I usually have a pretty good (and attractive) head on my shoulders. I listen, I aim to please and I love like the dickens. But there is one little flaw in all this doggie goodness… I lose my mind when it comes to swimming. It’s almost like a blackout of pure bliss for me. As soon as I know that I’m going swimming, something clicks and I get Water Brain.
Not to be confused with Hydrocephalus, my kind of Water Brain is a temporary condition brought on by instinct, old breed habits and the pureness of my need.
Part of this craziness is a special trait we Chessies are known for called Freaking, which I’ve written about here. Freaking happens when we aren’t given a task to accomplish in the water. We will yip and splash and completely ignore everything but the yipping and splashing. Sorry, but you don’t exist at that time.
A-Dog doesn’t like when I’m Freaking because she’s usually trying to get a workout in at the same time I swim. Why she just doesn’t come freak with me in the water I’ll never know. So, she has manipulated my Water Brain to fetch sticks in the river. As long as I can focus on one thing and one thing only, we’re okay. But to switch it up and start giving me commands that I’ve known practically all my life, I’m not getting ya. Words have no meaning. Throw that stick though and I’ll show you some action!
It takes a good amount of time and many firm “No!”s to bust the Water Brain. But the wonder of it is, my humans still take me swimming. Frequently. Must be that loving like the dickens thing I do so well.
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