Let me tell you how I became so otterly famous.

I was born in a deep hole with the entrance hidden among dense reeds on the edge of a large trout-filled lake. Now the Parker family like to think that this lake is part of their home range although they live in the farmhouse up the hill- they run the very luxurious Penwarn Country Lodge. I met the family by accident. Bruce Parker and the boys were out duck-shooting with their springer spaniel, Tartan, when I (just four months old at the time) tackled the dog in the water. It was a brave assault, but my youth was against me and I came off second best with a broken pelvis. The Parkers, with a twinge of guilt, took me home and nursed me back to full health.
I couldn't help but take kindly to the family and Tartan, getting to know them in their own burrow- and what a grand burrow it is! So, once I had fully recovered, I agreed to adopt them. They couldn't believe their good luck at first, and kept on taking me back to the lake and trying to reintroduce me into the wild, but I had gotten used to the comforts of hotel life by then and, quite frankly, didn't fancy the self-catering option! I had become accustomed to my trout fried in butter but the Parkers are fanatic fisherman and insisted that I too should learn the fine art of trout fishing. So I occasionally pull out a Rainbow Trout (with which the dams at Penwarn abound) and eat it. Just between you and me, its far more convenient to hunt out of the deepfreeze, which I can open.
"Whatever we do, he foils us," I often hear Bruce Parker lament. "He's even pinched a roast from the oven warming draw" I chuckle to myself as I dodge off into the kitchen- I must admit I get the best of everything- crab and frogs´ legs from the dam, and lamb and game roast from the lodge.

No doubt about it, hotel life is busy, and then there's my daily rough and tumble with the Lodge dogs (we get on enormously well now; I'm not one to hold a grudge). But you'll be bound to bump into me No-one can be a guest at Penwarn without coming into contact with my charming personality!
Every nature book will tell you that spotted-necked otters are dependant on substantial bodies of water, which is why I'll often join Peta Parker (or one of the guests) in her bath. Its far more pleasant on a chilly evening than dashing across the lawn to the lake.