I tried that technique at Lake Superior 5 years ago. Hysson was actually swimming, with me hollering "GOOD DOG" in my most encouraging voice, until he got to me and tried to climb on top of me, nearly drowning me. He headed straight back to shore (leaving me sputtering) and has never been tempted beyond his depth since.

He does love to wade, as my avatar shows. Once the water is up to his belly, though, that's it.

I'm waiting until we have to do a thigh-deep creek ford. That could get interesting!
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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view--E. Abbey