

Just last week, Laura and I were wondering if Photon was ever going to be a swimmer. She had ventured into the water at the cottage a few time, but never beyond chest high (maybe six inches). Even when offered a 30-goose dinner not far away.
One week later, we just look silly.
We started throwing sticks into the water, farther and farther, and in the waves she happily went from walking to swimming. It didn’t hurt that her pal Jasmine was there to compete for sticks, and so Photon just opened her engines up and plunged in. Within a day, she was addicted.
Now all we have to worry about is Photon going in the water when we don’t want her to. 🙂





This is definitely not what you usually think of when you thinks of a whippet. Turns out
(Now that Jon’s two-week summer daycamp is over we’ve got him back doing journal entries. This was done completely independently; no help from us.—L)