Ellie and I are best friends. She goes everywhere with me, follows me everywhere I go, and even cuddles with me in the mornings when I am trying to wake up. She is my companion, buddy and the best investment I could make as a young single woman. One thing I've learned about owning a big dog, is that if you take your dog to a place where there is the smallest inkling that she might get dirty, you'll both be trashed by the time you get into the car. That's fine with me. Having Ellie has given me new places to explore, hike, and well as tonight proved... swim.
I decided to be a good dog owner and taker her to the lake after a selfish Target shopping trip by me (don't worry, Ellie got a new ball). I threw in her "toy" as we know it... a long tennis ball contraption with a rope connected. This is the one thing I have been able to get her to fetch. We walked the lake shore to a suitable spot and I threw in Toy. Ellie did her "high step" action before she jumped in, swam half way to Toy and came back. I tried to coax her with probably ten sticks to go get Toy. As the coaxing continued so did some sniffing in the grass and a bathroom squat, Toy got farther and farther out. She wasn't going to go fetch. Damn. So in I went. I waded in the freezing cold lake thinking she would follow and swim out to her Toy which was probably 20 yards and counting. Nope. Ellie sat on the dock. I proceeded to swim to Toy, turn around like a dog playing fetch in the water, while Ellie THEN decided to come out. She met me half way, and we swam back to the shore. Soaking wet, white soccer shorts (thank God I had a black t-shirt on), I then realized as Ellie was jumping at me that she NOW wanted to play fetch. We went home instead!
This is what Ellie USUALLY does when her Toy is thrown in