OK - Captain's first swimming story:
When we first got him I took him with me down to work on the boat out on a mooring almost everyday, to get him used to it. When I came back to the dock at the end of the work I tie the dingy to the back of the main wharf. Out jumps Captain, he spies Mike's little ski boat, all covered with dodger and enclosure.
Up on the bow, across to the far side, over the rear view mirror and proceeds towards the stern. His "walkway" tapered from about four inches wide at the mirror to nothing, about two feet from the stern.
When he got to the point where he could no longer acrobatically put one foot in front of the other, he got this "Oh ****!" look on his face and preceded to back up towards the bow.
He forgot about the mirror, bumped it with his butt and went in the river.
He swam like mad to the back of the boat, over to the dock, up on the dock looking like a drowned rat.
Next day he gets out of the dingy, prances towards Mike's boat, recognizes it, stops dead, turns around and comes back to me.
Irwin Citation 34