Eddie gets his feet wet....

There are two things Eddie absolutely doesn't do:  climb stairs into or inside of a house, and walk into water - a creek, the ocean, a lake, or a puddle.  Attempts to coax/bribe him result in a butt firmly planted on the ground and a taut leash.
Yesterday, my brother came for a visit and in the afternoon we went for a stroll along the sea walk and onto the beach.  The day was very warm but there was a lovely breeze blowing off the bay.  Out on the jetty, I slipped off my sandals and waded into the water,  holding treats out to entice Eddie to follow.  No way.  No how.  Uh uh.  I didn't pursue the issue - my feet weren't use to the sharp pointy rocks, so I was quite happy to return to shore.
We wandered on a bit further, past the RV park to a small area of sort-of-sandy (it's mostly black sand from the old smelter tailings) beach.  I wandered out on a little sandbar, and not bothering to remove my sandals, kept walking right into the water.  To my great surprise, Eddie, on leash just behind me, followed me right in without hesitation - and actually seemed to enjoy it! In fact, by the time I turned to head back in, he was wandering around checking out the flotsam and jetsam to see if any of it was edible!

What next, swimming to Salt Spring Island?  Way to go, Eddie, I'm so proud of you!