Zinnia has started to swim.

She plunged into our little pond this morning and sailed around in circles looking for sticks to bring us. Gone is the princess I kept talking about, she’s a dog’s dog.

I didn’t push the swimming, I figured she’d figure it out for herself and she has. She loves tearing through the woods, rolling in mud and muck, carrying sticks and rocks around, and chasing balls outside.

Inside, she’s the perfect writing dog, still and peaceful, she never bothers me while I work.

She is a lot of fun, nothing seems to ever bother her, like Bud, she is a happy dog, all the time.