Bailey, the goldie, would have worn them all day. I had to snap the pic quick - Jack was not a happy camper (or maybe that should be “diver”). One “lesson” was enough - no matter how great the photo-op. :)
As hard as we tried, our two shelties would not go in the water. They stayed as far away as they could from that pool.
Our first sheltie was Dolly and when she died, we got another one, a girl, named Cagney. When Cagney died in hubby’s arms we cried for days. And never quit talking about her or Dolly. People bug me now about getting another one now since I’m alone and I just say “No way, I can’t go through that hurt anymore”. People who don’t love dogs can’t realize how much it hurts.