Those of you who know me know how much I hate water.
When I first came to live with Christy, she had to smear peanut butter on the shower wall in order for me to get in the tub. Recently, we went on a long road trip where I encountered some water.
Christy’s BFF Janell took us and my furry friends, Cody and Frankie, to a place called Lake Superior. I stood, paws at the edge of the water and looked it over.
This lake thing reminded me of the ocean except there were no waves crashing and roaring.
I was having so much fun running in the sand, chasing my friends, when…
…I suddenly found myself in the water up to my knees! Mom was surprised. I was too.
A couple of days later, Mom insisted on taking me to the Mississippi River Headwaters at Itasca State Park in Minnesota.
She told me I could walk in the water to cross the Mighty Mississippi. That didn’t mean anything to me. All I heard was “water” and she wasn’t talking about getting a drink.
When I saw the log bridge, I knew walking across the trickling water would be easy, but then we went down a trail and I spied a row of rocks sticking out of the water. Uh-oh, I think my paws are going to get wet. What if I slip?
Mom told me she slipped the last time she was here, but she made sure the rocks weren’t slippery this time. She stepped in the water, tennis shoes and all, and I followed willingly.
At every rock, Mom gave me a treat.
I was in water again and my paws were soaked, but I was walking in the water to cross the great Mississippi River.
Having conquered two water attractions on this vacation and enjoyed them, I can call myself a true Minnesota tourist.