We took Moe-man to Lawrence's annual dog swim--the Pooch Plunge--this evening. He was so excited when he saw the pool, he started making these horrible squealy noises as I fastened on his life jacket. People were starting to stare at me like I was torturing him, so I hurried towards the pool and very unceremoniously tossed him in.
He didn't seem to mind. He spent about a half an hour happily chasing tennis balls before we fished him out to go home.