Newshound Ady & Flo www.sunlive.co.nz

As a water dog, I'm always keen for a thrash around in the ocean.

Just one mention of the word ‘boat' and I'll jump into my four web paws, ready for action. Actually, I always wear webbed paws.

But even those expansive paddles were no match for a bunch of fishy creatures who sought us out, while anchored in a quiet bay this week.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I was rudely awoken from a nap on the foredeck at sunrise, by a great amount of snorting from blowholes.

There was more hot air and fish breath than a Green Party rally.

Nine of these big, beasty dolphins were circling the boat and playing in the shallows. They stayed all day until dark, with me and the bosses swimming and taking photos.

I was a bit apprehensive at first, but soon found I could swim out among them and they'd come steaming up for a hello, rolling over and cruising around me.

When they started jumping clean out of the water I was a bit worried, but these marine missiles seemed to know exactly what they were doing – and I live to tell the tale.

Later in the day it all got a bit kinky, when the finned ones decided to indulge in a bit of fishy hanky panky.

That's when our crew decided to exit and watch from the sidelines, before we became part of a dodgy dolphin three-way and end up trussed up in seaweed, a sort of salty version of Peter Plumley Walker.

The antics continued into the night. What a day to remember.

The photos and a small selection of the hours of video are up on SunLive, and the Waterline Magazine website, including some pretty cool underwater footage.
Visit http://sunlive.co.nz/news/68485-sex-sea.html

Those fish can't catch me.