...(very) broadly defined
On day 2 after ice-out, I took dog à l'orange down for a private session. She's only a year old and has never swum before.
True to her
bulldozer dauntless spirit, she ran straight in at full bore and only realized three strides too late that there was no longer a bottom under her feet.
For a brief moment, the Brown Dog was resurrected in Lake Rosseau, in full eggbeater glory.
In that same moment, I wondered if a) she would stay sunk and I would have to effect a rescue. b) she would turn around and come back as I screamed for her to do just that c) I'd ruined her swimming career before it even started.
Nope, nope and nope. She came back to me then immediately dashed back out for another round of eggbeating.
I think we may have to appoint Arwen as swim instructor next time around.