Danny has taught himself to swim in our garden paddling pool this week. I wouldn’t yet go off for a coffee and leave him unattended, but he has an unmistakeable doggy paddle with all legs and arms off the bottom. Most importantly that crucial metre or two would probably be enough for him to save himself when he falls into someone else’s paddling pool, garden pond, horse trough, sheep dip… given his propensity to go exploring where he wasn’t invited.
Martin also caught him eating the fish-food this morning.
Is he about to metamorphose into Nemo (or possibly a shark)?