When I (Timba’s spare human) go swimming, she maybe comes to the edge of the pool once or twice & stares until I speak to her—to, you know, make sure I’m still alive or whatever.
When Mr. Boots (Timba’s beloved daddy) goes swimming, she flings all 80 lbs of herself in the water & sticks to him like a giant hairy barnacle & makes huffy noises & sometimes even grabs his arm in her mouth & pulls until he’s back on the stairs in the shallow end.