Dobby is a fool. Late this afternoon, I filled his wading pool with warm water. I’ve been refreshing it with hot water a couple times a day lately, but I was away this morning so he was very excited to have his Hot Tub again. He was in for a minute, leapt out and then started running back and forth in the back yard, stopping at each end for a Doofus Dance. So, sprinting, spinning, spinning the other direction, sprinting back, spin, spin back, repeat. I knew something was up.

37f degrees (2.8c)

Mr. Frisky kept up this display until he had my complete attention, then mounted the stairs to the swimming pool. Last time I checked the water temperature, the ice was very thin and the water was 35f degrees. It has warmed up since then.

Brisk! Gotta keep moving!

It’s very cute when he swims in cold water, and he doesn’t stay in long, but hypothermia is a real concern. I had visions of him, well, no vision of him, just imagined myself peering into the depths and hoping he would reemerge. I don’t want to replace this pool because I had to perform an emergency C-Section in a sidewall so I could pull him out from the bottom. But he kept swimming, diving, playing with his ball and noodles. Then he came roaring out.

And . . . OUT!

The sun had set, so the video is ridiculous, like a black cat at midnight with a splash sound track. And the photos are nothing to write home about. They are here for PROOF, not aesthetics.

“Are you through taking photos? I want to drag this blanket outside.”

A quick dousing in the Hot Tub, a blanket in the warm kitchen, and he was ready for his bedtime milk.