6-12 Agnes: Rock star
Agnes: Dave, this is amazing!
Dave: What's that?
Agnes: We have a lake!
Dave: Yes. Same lake as we've been at since you were a puppy.
Agnes: Really?
Dave: Yes, really. You've just absolutely refused to go anywhere near it for three years.
Agnes: I thought it would kill me so I refused to acknowledge it's presence.
Dave: That I could see.
Agnes: And guess what?
Dave: I'm betting it has something to do with the lake.
Agnes: It has everything to do with the lake! There are rocks!
Dave: Okay.
Agnes: And apparently I really like rocks. And try to guess something else!
Dave: You never noticed the rocks before.
Agnes: Totally true. You're very good at this guessing game. But there's something else! The lake didn't try to kill me!
Dave: I always knew that the lake didn't have a personal vendetta for you.
Agnes: Well, I didn't know that. So this is great! I want to spend every day collecting rocks from the shore.
Dave: Good to know. Have you considered dock jumping and swimming?
Agnes: Hell no. I don't trust the lake that much. So for now you humans need to be within three feet of me so I can collect cool looking rocks without freaking out.
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This was a big week for Agnes. After three years of being terrified of the lake and wanting nothing to do with it she cried to go down to the lake while Bruno was swimming. Her first trip down was a quick one to check out the scene, get scared, demand cuddles, adventure a bit more, get more cuddles, then head back to the deck. The next day she demanded lake access immediately when Bruno went in. Then she spent about half an hour collecting rocks from the water's edge. The kids would show her the interesting ones and she would pull them back to shore with her front paws. She never went more than elbow deep, but now has a nice little pile of rocks on the beach. I have no idea what she plans to do with her rocks. but they have all been carefully selected and piled in place.
6-12 Agnes: Rock star
Agnes: Dave, this is amazing!
Dave: What's that?
Agnes: We have a lake!
Dave: Yes. Same lake as we've been at since you were a puppy.
Agnes: Really?
Dave: Yes, really. You've just absolutely refused to go anywhere near it for three years.
Agnes: I thought it would kill me so I refused to acknowledge it's presence.
Dave: That I could see.
Agnes: And guess what?
Dave: I'm betting it has something to do with the lake.
Agnes: It has everything to do with the lake! There are rocks!
Dave: Okay.
Agnes: And apparently I really like rocks. And try to guess something else!
Dave: You never noticed the rocks before.
Agnes: Totally true. You're very good at this guessing game. But there's something else! The lake didn't try to kill me!
Dave: I always knew that the lake didn't have a personal vendetta for you.
Agnes: Well, I didn't know that. So this is great! I want to spend every day collecting rocks from the shore.
Dave: Good to know. Have you considered dock jumping and swimming?
Agnes: Hell no. I don't trust the lake that much. So for now you humans need to be within three feet of me so I can collect cool looking rocks without freaking out.
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This was a big week for Agnes. After three years of being terrified of the lake and wanting nothing to do with it she cried to go down to the lake while Bruno was swimming. Her first trip down was a quick one to check out the scene, get scared, demand cuddles, adventure a bit more, get more cuddles, then head back to the deck. The next day she demanded lake access immediately when Bruno went in. Then she spent about half an hour collecting rocks from the water's edge. The kids would show her the interesting ones and she would pull them back to shore with her front paws. She never went more than elbow deep, but now has a nice little pile of rocks on the beach. I have no idea what she plans to do with her rocks. but they have all been carefully selected and piled in place.