When Missy was young; around a year old we, me and my family and my uncle, went for a one day picnic to a resort just outside the town. We spent our morning roving, chattering and just enjoying the nature. After lunch my uncle decided to go for swimming, not in the pool but in the river which was flowing behind the resort and I followed him with Monty and Missy.
The river wasn’t deep or wide but had a rather heavy current. When my uncle jumped into the river, without a slightest hesitation Missy jumped right after him. Most dogs are born swimmers, or so I had heard, so I didn’t try to stop her but the current was too much for her and she stared to float away in the water while trying hard to keep her head above. I was starting to panic but my uncle was already behind her and he saved her with just a little difficulty. Missy was perfectly fine but since then she feared water until her last day on earth and it was always hard to wash her.