My Summer Of Dares 7: The Summer House Pooch 2
(story continues from My Summer Of Dares 6: The Summer House Pooch) Part 7: The Summer House Pooch 2 I ran away again as instructed in my pooch persona, down the old path that I knew so well that lead to the pond, but I didn’t feel like a swim at the moment. When we were younger that pond felt like an ocean, but truth be told it wasn’t very deep or wide, and we also learned as kids that shallow ponds are actually quite warm. The sand that was brought in by the truckload kept the slimy green things at bay on the swim side of the pond that also thrive in warm water, a tiny stream feeding the pond during the springtime keeping it somewhat clean. There was also a rope swing to jump out into the water from an old willow tree, although climbing up it high enough in bare feet to swing out far enough to make it worth while a challenge. Once in the warm water it was a short swim to a massive boulder in the center of the pond, we girls using it for some private sunning over the years as the flattest part of it faces away from the beach. All in all a paradise on any other visit, but on this one things were different. ...