The first summer Malcolm was with us, we found out that he couldn’t swim.  It’s not that he didn’t try.  He did try many times, and failed.  It’s strange to watch your beloved pet dog paddling like hell but sinking straight to the bottom like a large white rock.  Our other two Bull Terriers could swim, who knew?

     The first time we observed the spectacle Dear Hubby had Malcolm on a leash and was walking him around a lake.  Malcolm was having a wonderful time scampering along the bank, hopping up on the many small docks, and bounding off into the water on the opposite sides.

     That was until he leapt off one that had a deep pool on the far side.  Next thing DH knew Malcolm was dog paddling and sinking fast.  He hauled him out as quickly as he could.

     Putting the incident down to inexperience on Malcolm’s part he figured a few swimming lessons over the summer would solve the problem.  DH was on the swim team in school, he was even a lifeguard for years, and well, why don’t we say, it was a case of male logic.

     He took Malcolm out to the lake many times.  Malcolm would try to swim with him but it never failed, the dog sank and DH had to go to the rescue.  DH gave up eventually and we didn’t think about very often.

     That was until we visited relatives who had an in-ground pool in their back yard.  However, the first time Malcolm was out in the yard, he spotted the swimming pool.  In he went, and not in the shallow end, no, he had to dive into the DEEP end.  Malcolm dog paddled all the way to the bottom.  DH, thank goodness, had Malcolm on a leash and managed to pull him out before the idiot dog even realized he was on the bottom of the pool.