Just a short note about Bentley. Despite his German heritage, he’s not fond of cold weather or snow. We’ve learned this on our ventures into the snow country. He takes his walks, but is ever-so-eager to get back to a warm condo or into the car.
But he surprised us the other night, when he accidentally stepped onto the partially frozen swimming pool at our condo. And the ice fractured and he was swimming. Fred heard him splash and thrash and pulled him out. We towelled him off, and started out to dinner.
Fred wanted to show me where Bentley fell in, and Bentley walked right up to the pool, stepped right onto the ice and fell in. Again.
Another towelling and we finally got off to dinner. Bentley’s no worse the wear for his dip. But I doubt he learned a darn thing!