Jack fell into the pool one night. I opened the door so he could run into the screen-room and bark-out those critters giving mating calls in the woods. He must have cut the corner too close. I wasn't far behind him and got him out quickly but the episode was enough to make him distrustful of and fearful around the pool.

Over a couple of months, with methodical work, he came closer and closer to the edge and eventually began to reach his paw down to touch the water. Finally, he has jumped into the pool, onto the first step. I really don't care if he never gets to the point of actually swimming. I'm just happy that he has his confidence back.