April 9 PM walk:Let it be known that Chester hates East Harlem garbage men, roasted green beans, and rain in his eyes. He hates little yappy dogs, chow-chows and being smacked on the nose. But all those things are but a minor issue when he swims.
We ventured to Prospect Park's Dog beach an a rather cold and breezy evening. The park was burgeoning with dogs, mostly larger, but a few footballs with legs. After a quick poo, we headed straight for the lake where Che proceeded to swim 45 minutes in freezing cold water, stopping only to pee (right into the pond, ata boy). In that time, at least 20 different dogs meandered by but only one had the courage to swim with the Che. In fact, two chows came by, a couple of little yappers barked at him, and several loud little kids jumped up and down and screamed at him. But nothing could deter Chester from getting his swim on. I had to keep a long lead on him, otherwise he honestly would have never left the water. About a 2.5 mile walk in total, but several hundred, maybe even thousand, calories burned swimming.
