Generally, a dunk in the pool for me involves a carefully orchestrated entrance.
First, do I want to get my hair wet? No? Then it's going up before I even get close to the body of water. Then it's all about a slow dance to ensure that I don't go in too quickly. The stomach is the worst part to get cold, if you ask me.
Arnold the French bulldog, however, would probably bark me out of the pool because of my silly antics. You see, if he had water to swim in, it's easy to tell that he'd dive right in. Then again, he's fine swimming without it, too…