Now that the great mystery of cinematography has been solved, I decided that I should go for a visit to the cement pond and get a movie of my own to show off my labrastyle.
Here is is.
I usually go in for some warm up laps, but then I am anxious to get the tennis ball in the pool with me.
I give momma scary face until she throws the ball (please excuse my Howard Hughes toe nails).
Then I plunge after it with great fanfare.
I want you to notice my style here. I am using the Doga form that I learned from my beloved Randi.
Followed by powerful downward strokes with my webbed toes fully engaged to speed me along.
See how my bottom is almost out of the water? Momma is always watching my bottom when I swim because she says that when it starts to sink it means I am getting tired.
Are you sure I am tired? Because I think I could swim for about two more hours.
You couldn't tell from this picture, but I just kind of barfed a little bit. I think maybe I drank some water from the cement pond (or possibly stayed in too long after my bottom started sinking). Whoops.
Sigh. Fun time is over and I need to do chores. I am one hard working labradude.
P.S. Keep your paws crossed. I think I might actually graduate to intermediate agilities (I will find out next week). Yesterday I did a very complicated run and I didn't even go over the A-frame until the end when I was supposed to (OK, well, after Momma congratulated me I accidentally did a victory run over the A-frame, but I was wicked cute doing it).