We finally had our Scottie pool party in the backyard yesterday. When a Wen let us out into the yard, our kiddie pool was filled with water and had toys floating around for us to play with.
Being Scotties, we were hesitant about getting into the water, so we walked around the pool and checked it out by getting a drink. The water was very shallow—just a few inches deep and not enough for us to have to swim, but enough for us to be able to walk and splash around in.
Still, none of us wanted to jump in the water but we all wanted the toys, so Wen stepped in and then put each one of us in the water separately. It was a hot afternoon and the water felt really cool, but not shocking, so we each walked around in the water, nosed the toys, and then jumped out and ran around the yard.
Wen caught us and dried us off with towels and that was pretty much the end of our brief, but sort of fun Scottie pool party. It seems as though for us non-swimmers, the whole swimming pool thing is kind of overrated.
