Yesterday I decided to take Jacques kayaking. He has been so obedient that I thought he had the perfect temperament to sit quietly. I imagined us as a team as I paddled. He could gaze peacefully ahead as we skimmed along the water together. (like in the advertisment.)
What happened was a different story. After lugging my supplies to the water, and unfolding and setting up my Oru, a woman with a small, hyperactive, dog that was running loose appeared. Jacques wanted to play with him. "No!" I told him sharply. I pulled Jacques towards me and explained to her that I was trying him out in the kayak for the first time. I hoped she would make some attempt to contain her dog, who ran right up to us. "He's fine," she told me. I could feel this wasn't going well.
I coaxed Jacques into the kayak. It started to rock. I eased myself onto the seat, and he started to panic. The kayak flipped to the left, and he was immediately in the water, upset and frightened. The woman watched us, floundering. Somehow the boat tipped me out of it to the right, and I was swimming, fully clothed, while frantically pushing the boat back to shore. The leash was underneath us, Jacques was still on the choke chain, and my olive sundress was now soaking wet, the lower half floating beside me in the water.
Fortunately, we were right near the shoreline. It had a sudden and extreme drop off, which I hadn't anticipated. Conditions are different this time of year. The tide was much further out than normal.
I dragged the kayak back onto the sand, walked Jacques back to the car, and put him in the backseat. I pretended like it was perfectly normal for a woman in her late fifties to be walking her dog in a sopping wet, olive green, flowered sun dress. (Which was now trailing down to my ankles.)
I returned to the kayak, relieved that I had underdressed a leopard print one piece bathing suit, tied the drenched dress to my storage area, and paddled out through the marina. I admired the boats, enjoyed the calm water and lack of people, and ate my lunch in one of the picturesque canals.
Neither Lula nor Jacques have done well in the kayak. It seems very dangerous to me. The balance is too tricky. You really need to keep your weight centered, to avoid tipping. Your head has to be over your navel. A moving dog will cause you to topple. It's very disorienting, and your kayak could capsize. I had my Oru floaties tucked into position, which I think helped. I was also wearing a snug fitting life vest. My plan was to just sit in the kayak, in the shallow end, to get Jackques acclimated, but it didn't work.
All's well that ends well.