Compare and contrast...

COMPARE AND CONTRAST...
So we had a little swimming lesson today.
Armed with a husband and a long line, to effect rescue if needed.
Arwen, our lithe little otter, slipped in and out of the water like she was born from it.
Nutmeg. Well...the best I can describe is a combination of the Brown Dog's technique and ''skills'' with a huge dose of gusto and zeal. She flailed, she sank, she walked briefly on water, she was like a waterborne Tasmanian Devil cartoon.
She discovered in all the tumult and spray and froth that there was a ball out there that could be fetched, and omigod-isn't-this-the-best-thing-ever! 
What she lacks in style, she made up in pure exuberance and silliness.
I laughed so hard I cried. 
We're going to have to have a talk about what a no-wake zone means, though...