The dogs are pooped and so is the cat.  My nephew, niece and their daughter came over today and all the activity tuckered them out.

I was a bit nervous with the little one (13 months) around the dogs, but I have to tell you, they were awesome.  There were a couple of times where she stepped right on them (once on the tip of Delilah’s tail), and only once when she fell practically on top of Sampson did he growl.

All in all it was a great day, spent with people (and puppies) I love.

I thought it was supposed to be cooler today; it wasn’t.

Chet and I had scouted around looking for places for the dogs to go swimming.  I had found an area that was literally around the corner from the house so I brought Chet there this morning.

A woman and her pup were playing near the water, and we chatted for a few minutes.  She told us it was ok for the dogs to go in the water there.  Her pup would run thru the water, but wasn’t swimming.  A flock of geese approached and the dog was so adorable watching the geese and trying to figure out just what the heck they were. I wish I’d had my camera on me.  Oh when will I learn?

The woman kindly told us to watch where we stepped because the area was almost entirely covered with poop!  I knew that could pose a problem with Delilah.

We have a tendency to eat dinner a little on the late side and since we’d had a late lunch, we postponed dinner and took the dogs out right around 6:30.

It was a perfect time to go since we were the only ones on shore, there was one man in a small boat fishing but he really wasn’t that close to us.

Since Sampson is not into the fetching and swimming, Chet took him down below the falls for a little walk.  Delilah thought she was missing out on something and hurried out of the water to see what they were doing.

After they came back up to the area we were playing in, Delilah got in the water and started swimming away.  She totally ignored us and headed out towards the man in the row-boat!  We were calling and calling and she just kept swimming away from us.  I was standing their flummoxed looking at Chet, when finally she turned around and came back.

We wrapped it up shortly after this escapade.  We decided we would try a different area the next time basically for two reasons.

1) That poop was goose poop.  Now I was game for picking up dog poop, but there is NO WAY I am picking up goose poop!  The entire time I was bringing Delilah in and out, I was shouting “Leave it, leave it!”  Even so, she still got a few. 🙁

2) Look at the picture.

Let’s hope tomorrow’s swimming area is a bit better!