I love play time, I love running up the beach, sand and water flying around me, the feel of the sand between my toes and the lovely cool of the water on a hot day.
Of course the first time I tried it, I couldn't swim, I was so happy to be out after all that time at home, I dashed down the pier and kept running. I didn't really know what water was then, I was only a baby, I thought it that water came in dishes that you drank out of.
I dashed down the pier and suddenly there wasn't anything else under me, somebody must have stolen the floor. Suddenly SPLOSH I was in the water, it was under me and over me and around me, in my eyes and in my ears. I didn't dare breathe, somehow I knew it wouldn't be good for me. I struggled and waved my arms and legs about trying to catch hold of something to stand on but there was nothing.
Somehow I managed to get to the surface where I could breathe. I grinned with satisfaction, I had beaten this funny kind of ground, later I learned it wasn't ground but called "sea" it was a kind of water that you can't drink. I found that waving my arms and legs about kept me up but I couldn't stay at the top of the water and grin. My mouth kept filling up with salty water and frothy stuff that seemed to be able to sit at the top of the water.
I found that if I was careful how I waved my arms and legs about I moved, it was great, I was flying. I had never realized that flying was such hard work but it seemed fun. Then I realized that I could see something else flying. A white and clear thing, it looked happy and it waved at me so I thought it wanted to play. It sort of jumped through the water, gathering itself up and shooting forward then spreading out and holding still for a moment. I was getting better at the flying so it didn't get away when I chased it. I needed my hands so I did the only thing I could think of to catch it, I opened my mouth wide and snapped it shut again on the flying thing.
THEN I realized it didn't want to play. It bit me so many times and tasted so nasty I had to let it go again. My mouth was on fire and my tongue began to swell up, it hurt a lot, I wanted to cry. I did the only thing I could think, somehow I managed to fly to the edge of the water and hauled myself out. I ran up to my best friend and leaned against him feeling sorry for myself as my tummy started to feel funny. He crouched down next to me and looked at where the thing had bitten me, I couldn't help it, as he held my head I threw up in his lap, it made my tummy feel better but I thought he would be angry. He had such a funny look on his face when I threw up in his lap but he didn't get angry, he patted my head and asked if I felt better after that. I wagged my tail to show that I was feeling better and I was alright so he stood up, clipped my lead on my collar and said "come on then, lets go home." So we trotted off home.