My first dog was called Gressy. Rottweiler breeds, beautiful "girl" with black "plush" wool. I understood, that she afraids of water, when we first time went with her to the lake. When i swam, she just were running acros the whole coast. She jumped intro the water sometimes, but not really deep.
I decided to lure Gressy intro the water, and swam far from coast. And Gressy, fearing to loose her little owner was decided to get intro the water. But she could not swim....
I understood that when she swam up to me. Gressy stood in the water, furiously rowed with his front paws. Her body was half out of the water. She, however, approached me. All your Rottweiler power she scratches my hands and back. I screamed in pain, dodging this "mammock".
Of the last strength I sailed to the shore. And, finally, the long-awaited miracle ...
My favourite dog calmed down, and near the end of the water started to swim herself.
Two days passed, me and my husband flew to rest in Nice. My hands and back were torn as if I had been beaten with a whip. Holidaymakers on the beach understood that my husband was a "serious" person, and it is better not to touch our Russian family.
From that moment, i did not teached anyone to swim, what about you?
Very neatly Gressy able to eat directly from the hands.
