She’s one resilient kid.
Blake in the background reminds me of something that happened when I was a kid. My brother, my cousin, and I were in a canoe on a pond. We were only maybe 40 feet from the dock, and our parents and our dog were on the dock. We pulled in our oars and started laughing and yelling “we have no oars, save us, help help!,” which our parents seemed to find amusing (as an adult now — i wonder). But our dog, Wiggles, leaped from the dock and swam to the boat. In his mouth he grabbed a rope which was attached to the front of the boat and began swimming back towards shore. We all felt bad right away and put the oars in and paddled back in. What a sweet, strange, loving, guilty memory!