This is Ginny
She came to live with my family a little over a month ago, and has steadily wormed her way into our hearts.
Ginny loves car rides, and prefers to sit on my lap as I drive. Surprisingly, with all the excitement that a car brings, she's very calm, not even attmpting to bite me or Lena. Lena likes them too, but she's used to them by now.
We made our way down the creek bed, Lena rushing down to get into the water, Ginny preferring to army crawl her way down. Lena wasted no time in wading out in the middle of the creek and sinking until the water covered her back. Ginny, on the other hand, went with a little more trepidation, and took her time getting into the water. The first two paws went in fine, but when she moved one paw to walk in deeper, it sunk lower than her back legs. Her face headed toward the water, paw off in no mans land, she panicked, throwing herself back onto the shore as if her life depended on it. Which, I'm sure to her, it did.
So, rather than further tramatize the puppy, Lena and I both got out of the cool water, and headed back to the truck with Ginny, who immediately perked up and bit my fingers as we walked out up the creek bank. And, since she insists on riding on my lap, we both got plenty muddy and wet from her paws and wet belly.