Is It Really Over?

Its almost Labor Day and for some people it means the end of another swimming season here in Cincinnati.  I often think of the times I would help close our pool for the season and for some reason it always goes back to one memory.

                When I was in my early twenties I had a dog named George.  He was half beagle and the other half was basset hound.  He was a barrel chested dog who loved to be in the water and during the swimming season he was in there any time we were.  George was a bit of a trouble maker and would get into as much mischief as possible and all flower beds would shake in fear anytime he walked by.  One day in September we were closing our pool down as we always did and we had it all done but the cover on.  Then it happened.  George came out of no where as he often did thinking he would just run and jump in the pool but to his dismay the cover was halfway on the pool and he was caught in the middle.  After we got him off the cover he was a little shaken but he was his normal self in just a few minutes.  We finally got the pool closed and from that day on George never jumped into water without checking it out first.  It’s a sad time when you close the pool down for the season but sometimes the memories that come from those days can be wonderful and stay close to your heart for years.

 Thomas