After a week of violent downpours of rain, Trent and I went for a long walk, although our plans did go slightly awry when he decided to, oh I don't know... kill himself LOL Long story short, we were right next to a wetland area and Trent didn't realize that he could not swim to save his life. Somehow he still managed to get to the other side (ducks were involved), and it took about thirty minutes of him trying to walk on water while yelling at me, and me simultaneously coaxing him and laughing at him, before he finally found a roundabout way to get back by barreling through some vegetation. "YAY! I'm ALIVE!" zoomies followed our reunion. Before it all. And after. "Trent, you are a terrible dog. Do you understand this?" (cue head tilt progression) But soon it was all behind us Handsome dog And I'm not sure if he's brave or stupid - he kept returning to the edge of the water, contemplating going in again (ducks weren't even involved).