If you take a deep sniff of Flash's coat, that's what he smells like--pond scum. I bought him an orange float toy like they use with hunting dogs who swim after birds that land in water. Now that Flash knows he can swim, I encourage him to do it as much as possible. It's very hot and it cools him off. So for the last couple of days, I've been taking him down to the pond and throwing his toy in the water. He knows what to do--retrieve the toy and -- what? Take it down the shore and chew it to death? No, no. Bring the toy, Flash. Bring it!
That is why we don't spend too much time at the pond. I get tired of retrieving the toy.
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