I'm prepared to call it. Winkle is crazy or at the very least completely fearless to the point of reckless. Rumple is not. At all. He's like a reserved English gentleman to the eccentric mad one. Rumple shows what I would consider a healthy respect for the ocean. Winkle not so much. She doesn't seem to care about getting dumped. She just rides the wave and emerges from the foam. And then there's the ball. Our routine takes us along the beach to Coonbidah Lagoon. We spend quite a bit of time there, paddling. Winkle loves to swim and chase the ball, often at the same time. Because she is little, she can't always get her mouth around the ball in the water and it becomes much like a game of apple bobbing. But she won't give up. He new method it to dive under, force the ball to the bottom and then grab it. She's so determined and spends a great deal of time with her head and often much of her body under the water. She's a never-give-up kind of girl. I admire her free spirit. She's my mad dog. I love her for it.
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