I'm going to today though, because I remembered. :o) [...and because I'm avoiding work]
So, here's a little story about how the Ruddster got his name.
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But back to the lake.
This dog was SCARED of the water when I first got him. Would MAYBE put a paw in, but swim? Heck no! Then, this day at the lake, it was like he found his little fish fins and I haven't been able to keep him out of the water since. He was a swimming fiend and happily hopped in the water and swam around after sticks and his blue bunny. However, I must say he nearly made me dizzy watching him swim around in curly cues. Apparently he hadn't learned the fine art of steering himself while swimming just yet.
|Avoiding the water.|
|He took a leap!|
After once again gasping when hitting a log and looking towards the underside of the canoe, I commented, "Man, I keep forgetting we don't have a rudder!" Click. Saying the word rudder + watching this brown and white ball of energy create a spirograph pattern in the water = the ah ha moment.
I shared the "I'm pretty sure I'm going to call him..." with my sister and parents. They gave the, "Um, yes, well, that's um, different... Did you say Rudder??" response. Well, it's definitely different, but it fits him. He needed a rudder when he swam, so I gave him one (at least in name). :o)
I have to say, he has become a pretty awesome swimmer and swims in a straight line like nobody's business. :o)
And just for fun....