I had high hopes for Hugo enjoying the pool this summer, but those dreams may be impossible to attain. He will likely not make the men’s — or women’s — swim team locally, much less on an olympic level.
We have a gate that separates the pool level deck from the others and I left that gate open when I got in the water. About to hook the hose up to sweep, I heard an impressive splash behind me.
For the first time, Hugo was in the pool!
I don’t know if he was after the pink, floating flamingo, if he fell in, or if he wanted to get to me, but when I first saw him in the water he was doing some exaggerated strokes and his eyes were as big as saucers. I rushed over and helped him to the ladder. Hard to tell if it just scared him or if he simply isn’t going to be a great swimmer.
Another Hugo first came this week with fireworks last night. He was tore down… back and forth from window to window barking. The other 2 hounds looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
And then, there’s Hugo’s eating challenges. 🙁
Getting Hugo to eat is just like pretending a spoon is an airplane with a baby. I have to play like I’m gonna get his bowl before he will eat his food.
He’s such a lovable little weirdo.
Now you know: Danny DeVito is 5 cm too tall to qualify for dwarfism.