Tokki and a buoy vest
Actually, I haven't told you where I stand on the swimming thing. It's a well-known fact that I like to splash around in the water. But can I swim or not?
Actually, I haven’t told you where I stand on the swimming thing. It’s a well-known fact that I like to splash around in the water. But can I swim or not? That’s the question the girl asked herself before our trip to the ocean, and since she always has to have a plan A, B and even C just in case, she said she didn’t bet on the fact (she didn’t believe me, so there it is), that I can swim on my own and she bought me a DISCREET SWIMMING VEST. Of course I can swim, and I can swim in a way that makes Michael Phelps would look like baby compared to me.
But no one could have guessed that. So I act insulted that I knew I was gonna be a swimming prodigy and they just underestimate me. But in truth, I was scared and not really sure what to do with my paws to keep myself afloat. In the end I was grateful for the vest, at least I didn’t go down like a rock right away, that would have been embarrassing. I’ll bet my yellow bone that the girl would have laughed at me more than she did for the vest, which she said made me look like a buoy (they’re stupid, really – both of them). I, on the other hand, think the orange contrasts nicely with my fur coat and they’re just jealous, don’t you think?
