Ferrets can swim!

(I guess we all knew that, but mine have never wanted to.)

This night, I tricked Rustan into swimming when we were
out for an unusually long walk (3 km). The rain was
pouring down, and he set off at a good clip, and for the
first time left Stockholm under his own power.

Since there were lots of water flowing in the streets, one
place were we crossed there were at least 15 cm of flowing
water.  I just stepped into it and said "Come here!" and
he did, without checking how deep the water was, so he had
to swim for more than a metre.

Afterwards, he tried to dry himself in the wet grass on
the other side. Didn't seem very efficient, but unlike
certain others, he didn't want to be carried under the
jacket during the whole hour we were out.