My wussy dog

Yeah, I said it, my dog's a wuss. Not always, but sometimes. There are things he does without thinking twice:

carry his own food and water on a backpacking trip. and getting as dirty as possible before sleeping in our tent.

Tell this guy what's up. Read: scare the shit out of him.

Jump in any body of water. The dirtier the better.

Climb 14,000 ft. mountains, while harassing wildlife and other hikers for their food. (No one said he was well behaved.)

Chase wild geese, and coyotes, and cows, and horses ... pretty much anything that moves. The bigger the better.

But he HATES to get his feet wet. In the morning when the grass is all dewey, he flat out refuses to walk on it. And I actually have to pick him up and put him in the grass. And then once he's there, he prances around on 3 legs and looks at me like this:

And he's also completely freaked out by his water bowl and refuses to drink out of it. It's big and scary that thing, much scarier than a pack of coyotes.

*Disclaimer: I realize that one of these pictures isn't exactly rated PG13. I just didn't feel like editing it out.*