An avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. Her search ended when she found a dog that could
walk on water to retrieve a duck.
She was excited by her find though she was worried none of her friends would ever believe her.
She decided to say nothing but show the dog in action to a friend, the eternal pessimist who refused to be impressed with anything. This, surely, would impress him.
She invited him to opening morning of duck shooting with her and her new dog.
They arrived at their maimai before dawn, waited and just as the sun was beginning to rise, a flock of ducks flew by. They fired, and a duck fell.
The dog responded and jumped into the water, didn’t sink but walked across the surface to retrieve the bird, never getting more than his paws wet.
This continued all day long; each time a duck fell, the dog walked across the surface of the pond to retrieve it.
The pessimist watched carefully, saw everything, but said nothing.
On the drive home the shooter asked her friend, “Did you notice anything unusual about my new dog?”
“I sure did,” responded the pessimist. “He can’t swim.”