Tommy
Molly looked up from where she was floating as Max barked. It seemed as though the nap that he'd been taking was over, and she swam over to the edge of the pool, grinning as the puppy bounced impatiently, pawing at his rope toy.
"Now you're wide awake," she shook her head, reaching up to pet him with a still dripping hand. He sneezed and shook the water off, and she laughed and rested her arms on the ground, legs still fluttering in the water. "You wanna come swim again?"
Max grabbed his rope toy and shook his head in what could have been a response if dogs could understand English, but was really just Max trying to kill the toy, completely ignoring Molly's question. Earlier, he'd waded around in the shallow end, but despite the fact that he was a water dog, he still didn't seem to know exactly how he was supposed to feel about actually swimming. She reached out and grabbed the other end of his toy, and his bounced excitedly as he pulled back.
"You are never gonna win this game," she cooed at the puppy. He started growling, shaking his head again in an attempt to wrest the rope from her hand, and she laughed, leaning in to clamp the rope between her teeth and growl back.