When we got Ike, we considered naming him something deer-like, (Dasher, Dancer, Comet, Cupid, etc) since he’s colored like a deer and is delicate like one.
So I started calling him the cat-deer, a nickname I straight stole from these people. Dave calls him the cat-dog. Justin wants us to put antlers on him for Halloween.
But he’s been demoted. We’re dropping the -deer and the -dog and just calling him the cat.
We took him to the beach and that guy would NOT get his paws wet. I don’t think he was as afraid of the water as he was of the waves coming AT him. I guess it can look pretty menacing if you don’t know what it is. We’d run up to the water and he’d put the brakes on and try to twist out of his collar. I eventually get him to go in about 4 inches of water by handing him treats the whole time, but he wasn’t happy about it. He spent most of our day like this.
Molly was a lot like that. She would try to swim for a minute, but would then jump into my arms (mid swim) and try to climb on top of my head. Not so comfy for a 48 Lb dog. BTW, is that G-town water? Looks like you caight it on a good day!
Also, I’ve learned that Italian Greyhounds don’t like water. AT ALL.