As I brought my dog into the house I realized that his once snow white hair was now a sickly black and brown because of his trip through the many mud puddles that covered the ground. These puddles were at least 4-5 inches deep and a few feet across. My dog is only about 1 1/2 feet tall from his feet to the top of his head so this is like a little swimming pool to him. He will run out the door just to jump into a sticky gooy mess. The end result is a small wet muddy dog that leaves foot prints all over. I looked down at him and said
"you little mud ball I think you need a bath."
I guess he didn't like that to much because he looked at me and barked then ran. After chasing him for near half an hour the mud was dry and he could no longer slip through my hands. After starting the water it was apparent that he had his mind set to getting free. He flipped around and flopped in the water until it was all brown.
"I guess you all wash up now"
After that last bad joke I though that it was best to dry him off and get on with my day.
This narrative was very descriptive and interesting to read. Good job on word choice and describing senses.
ReplyDeleteI like this story it funny my dog does the same thing it make me mad because i have to clean it up.
ReplyDeleteI like how you described the mud as so gross and discusting. It made me get the picture.
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