Twiggy and The Pool Meet

Five thirty AM and off and running after the tennis ball goes Twiggy.  Unfortunately for her, this morning she leaned forward just a bit to far in hopes of retrieving “Wilson” and plop, into the pool she went.
Luckily I was right there and guided her to the stairs and she jumped out.
Because she doesn’t have any body fat and the pool is still about 76 degrees she was very cold and shivering.
I dried her off and tucked her into a bed with a warm towel and a hot cup of tripe.
Oh and by the way, she did get the ball!