My water dog

Tom’s parents have a lake house on the same street as the lake house my parents have owned since the 70s. Tom and I were actually dating when his parents bought the property, and when they did we just decided to get married because otherwise it’d be too awkward.

When I was a kid, my dad would throw all of us kids in the back of his pickup truck, including our giant Labrador, Jake, and take us to the lake. Throwing your kids and dog in the back of a truck was totally fine back then because 1) we were in the country 2) kids were tougher back then 3) that Sarah McLachlan commercial wasn’t going to air for at least another 20 years.

As soon as we started driving, Jake would start celebrating. If there’s a spectrum of celebration, “dead and cold” is on one end, and “Labrador on the way to the lake” is on the other. When were about three miles away, Jake would start barking, running back and forth in the truck and climbing up on top of us to see if he could get a better view.

I tell the story about my childhood dog because I can’t think of any other way to describe David’s relationship with the water. The first time he went in the water this summer was at my parents’ pool. He loved it so much that his excitement almost drowned him. He kept splashing and squealing, “I’M SWIMMING! I’M SWIMMING” and, even though he was wearing a life jacket, with all the flailing and shouting we had to pull him out of the water every thirty seconds or so to make sure he was still breathing.

He loved the lake just as much. Half the time he swam naked because all he wanted to do was eliminate all the steps between not-swimming and swimming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He loved swimming, splashing, and best of all jumping. He would run from one end of the dock yelling “GERONIMO!” and leap into the water. Over and over and over, until he needed to refuel with a bag of Cheetos; then he’d be right back at it. He jumped off higher and higher parts of the dock and then the pontoon until Tom and I decided that he’d gotten extreme enough, and we needed to limit him before he hurt himself and (as we called it) “ruined his jump.”

And the jet ski, the tube, and boat rides? He was a fan of those too — just so long as there was a spray of water pelting him in the face. That’s kayak rides were only tolerable at best. Because why would you ride in a kayak when the alternative is being sprayed in the eye with lake water?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Comments

  1. Chelsea @ The Contented Wife September 6, 2014

    That’s so cute! He’s a brave little guy! The lake looks so fun! Going to the lake in the summer is one of my absolute most favorite things to do. Looks like a great time! 🙂

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  2. we$lie September 8, 2014

    This post totally warms my heart <3

    The reason is because I was BFF with my cousin, Stephanie (who is 1 year older than me) all during our childhood and we are STILL best friends today. There is nothing sweeter than having a cousin as your best friend. We fought like cats and dogs as kids (and sometimes still do…) but have always loved each other like sisters through everything. We have so many stories from our childhood and they are some of my favorite memories 🙂 We still hang out all the time and wouldn't you know? We bought houses about 10 minutes from each other.

    My hope and prayer is that David and Caleb will grow up and still be BFFs when they're 30 – but I'm absolutely positive they will 🙂

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  3. we$lie September 10, 2014

    Uhh… that comment was supposed to be on the David + Caleb post. How did that happen? *so embarassed*

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    • amandakrieger September 10, 2014

      GET IT TOGETHER WESLIE!!!!
      for real though, i loved your comment. i don’t have super-close relationships with any of my cousins, and we really do pray that these boys will be friends forever.

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