I dropped her in randomly as a surprise, and then ran inside and watched from the kitchen window.
She did head straight for the shallow end, then headed toward where she had seen me last and unsuccessfully attempted to crawl out without using the steps. She then held on to the edge of the pool and cried.
We'd been practicing, and I totally thought she could do it! I could only handle about 2 minutes of the crying as I waited for her to figure it out, then I went to lead her to the steps.
Jeez, it was one of the most pitiful things I have seen, and the look on her face makes me feel like a horrible person.
So much for the doggy door.
Learning to use the contraption.*
We put a dog door in the screen door (conveniently the spot where she had ripped it by running through the screen), and have been training her to use it. We were going to let her have access to the backyard while we are off at work... but nope! She just lost that privilege before even getting it. I can't risk coming home to a drowned puppy.
She better learn how to exit the pool before winter when it is too cold to practice! The pool has been her hardest lesson.
*Guess I should take pictures after I am done moving all the furniture and brewing supplies in the background...
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