Emily!

Emily doesn't seem to mind her
masculine breed-nomenclature. She
is small, brown-and-white, minuscule
patches of black, almost a typical 
Jack Russell. She does, actually, exhibit 
masculine traits; adventurous, suspicious 
of strangers, adept at foiling instructions, 
utterly mad for tromping about in muck. 
Oh, and she's abundantly overweight.
Perhaps that's why she adores launching
herself recklessly into any body of
water daily rambles take her to, the
bliss of weightlessness, no longer 
is she clumsy, her tiny girth buoyed
by the running stream, no matter how
deep, swift and muck-filled. She is
thrilled lolling about in it all, even
when it seems she'll never be able to
gather the energy to haul herself out.
But she does, dank, reeking and overjoyed
that life is such a monumental play station.