My little dog and I seem to be on track with recovering from our traumatic experience. Life is still basically good and it was just one of those challenges that come along and blindside you every now and then. I don't want to dwell on it too much, but I learnt alot and next time will be much different.

My little boy had his first swimming lesson today. I am still processing how I feel about it. He loves the water, love love loves it. But he didn't love his swimming lesson. His love of the water did win against some pretty big asks from him. Asking him to hop in the pool with a stranger and be dunked under and put in unfamiliar situations was met with his usual resilience, but there were the odd moments of discomfort on his face. He was easily distracted from his whingeing because he really does love being in the water, but in the end I decided to ask the instructor to finish the lesson after 15 minutes instead of half an hour. I don't know if I did the right thing, but I can't see how prolonging it has any benefit if he's not enjoying it. He didn't hate it, he just wasn't rapt in it like he usually is when we take him in our pool.

So we go back next week for the second half of the lesson and then I will see if I want him to continue. I know he should, I just don't know if he will at that place just yet.

Here is a picture of him with his latest craze. Honestly, these babies, they just come out as their own little people, it constantly amazes me how individual he is. He has this habit of sticking things behind his dummy. Cotton buds, wool, an old curtain rail, a christmas decoration and there is another one I must try and get a photo of - the double dummy - one dummy tucked in behind the other. He is a bit of a dummy-monster but he doesn't whinge if you take it off him, he will simply go off and come back with one he stashed earlier. Funny little fella.