I love living in Colorado. I especially love to enjoy all of the outdoor adventures our beautiful landscape offers with my furry companions. Many dogs (and cats) share the active Colorado lifestyle of their human companions and I am so proud to be a part of that community. I am constantly impressed with Carter, our running/hiking/swimming/biking/climbing/camping companion. My wife and I have had the honor of Carter’s presence in our family for over 12 years now. Carter grew up with Marley, our Chocolate Labrador who will always be known in our family as “The Best Dog Ever” (no disrespect to Carter, he’s awesome but Marley had that title nailed down before Carter ever came to us). Marley was our running/hiking/swimming/biking/climbing/camping partner for 14 spectacular years. He was an exceptional athlete with unmatched enthusiasm and perseverance.
Carter is the same way, but Carter is an English Bulldog; I’d seen them skateboard on YouTube but not swim! My wife and I remember vividly the first time we found out Carter could swim, by accident of course. We were at Pine Ridge Reservoir taking our rescued new Bulldog friend for a walk and to “watch” Marley (the Michael Phelps of swimming labradors) swim after his beloved neon pink and green frisbee (and of course then proceed to shower us with every predictable, yet somehow unavoidable, shake upon each return). The first frisbee toss into the water seemed to leave Carter a bit confused, as he cocked his head sideways with erect ears and wide perplexed eyes. The second toss saw Marley launch into the water as per usual, but this time there was a second large splash and kerrrplunk sound similar to someone doing a cannonball off of a diving board, then…silence. I looked around; no Carter! My heart sank as I realized Carter was the kerrrplunk and there was no sight of him at the surface. I tried to jump into the water to find him but ended up tripping in the mud and faceplanting in the water (more evidence of our dogs being the most athletic
members of our family).
When I pulled my face out of the water and wiped the mud from my eyes, I saw Carter’s head emerge from the surface followed by a thunderously splashy doggy paddle (which he would later perfect over the years). He followed Marley back to shore with his head above water, shook vigorously in unison with Marley and looked up as if to say, “Well, what are you waiting for, throw it again!” We’ve shared countless adventures since. I’d love to hear about some of the adventures you’ve had with your furry family members! Please feel free to share on our blog. ***Disclaimer: Please use caution in the outdoors with your pets, especially smooshy-faced breeds! Be safe out there. John Arnold, DVM