Moi? Dip my lovely bridefurs toes or tail in water? You must think I've lost all my thinkin' stuffs. I can't even imagine how she would carry on, probably throw me outta our mansion on my silver ears. Then I'd have to sleep in the jailhouse, and it be durn awful to try to snuggle with my precious Nala La from there, let alone make anymore bubbleheads. No sir, no way am I gonna approach that escapade. I was kinda hopin' that she'd feel so comfy that she'd do it on her own. Did you meow that we gonna have guac and salsa fur snacks at the pool? If so I'll send my Mom 'cause she could live on those two things my Buddy.