Another lady wrote, she said, “I took my son into the back yard and here was a fish pond [...]. It wasn’t yet stocked with fish but clear water about twelve inches deep. In it was a little shaggy white dog lying in the water, but its little black nose was right above the water. I took the dog out, I dried it off and took it into the house, and it romped and played all over the place. Then I missed it and searching for it I went back into the yard and here is the dog in the pool again. This time when I walked by it wagged its tail as though ‘leave me here, I like being here.’ It was quite satisfied to be submerged in the water minus the nose above. But its tail wagged as though it was happy to be in that water.”867 ¶12