So when I was a wee lass of about 7, my mother had the genius idea to enroll me in a swimming class at the local community center without asking me if the prospect of dunking my still-warm-from-sleep body in water of subzero temperatures was something I wanted to do with my summer mornings. Every morning I unceremoniously plopped into the water to the sounds of adults urging me to just get in already. And once in the water, I’d look around as if to say, “I’m in. What now?”
This Doberman puppy is my soul twin.