"How can you be named after a famous water polo player but you won't swim??"
I didn't bother to tell Momma that "famous water polo player" is an oxymoron, but it's true that until our last trip to Brrr Mont I didn't really swim. I love the water. I play bitey-face with the hose, splash in my water bowl, wade up to my legpits, stick my face in the water up to my eyebrows, and blow bubbles with my nose. I KNOW how to swim and I've done it a few times. BUT - going into deep water is DANGEROUS and I am a GUARD DOG which also means being a LIFEGUARD sometimes. Mostly the little people have been staying where I can keep an eye on them but as Momma's shoulder has been getting better she has been taking more and more chances. Last time at the beach she went so far out she could not touch the bottom, and then she and P-Daddy decided to PLAY out there!
So in this video I had to go out and make sure they were ok. Momma wasn't using her other (really gimpy) arm, just her legs to stay up. Her throwing arm (she is left-pawed, just like me) had splurgery 6 months ago. I went to check on her a couple times and she seemed ok. She seemed really happy that she can throw stuff again.
Sorry for the quality of the video. Auntie Pita couldn't find the zoom button on the camera. What a dopey head.