I thought it would be nice to feature my first dog, Cookie, again in this journal, for no particular reason, other than the fact that he was a pretty good dog. He used to go nuts whenever we were in the swimming pool, especially if we were actually swimming. Cookie would run along the side and nip at our heads as we touched each side. We never figured out why. Maybe he was just playing. Maybe he was concerned. One morning, cookie fell into the pool. If I hadn't just gotten out of the shower and heard the splash from our second-story window, that would have been the end of him. He couldn't get out of the pool because his legs were so short!