It was a cold-greyish Autumn afternoon, little T turns to her little puppy and says “Would you like to go for a walk Doc?” Woof, woof! (Oh yes please!). T looks out the window and notices the grey sky, “We better hurry, before it rains!” Woof, woof! (Let’s go!) says Doc and out the door they went.
T sees something ahead of them that made her really excited. “Quick, Doc! I can see muddy puddles! I love muddy puddles!” Doc mutters, woof, woof, woof! (I don’t think that’s a very good idea).
“C’mon Doc! Don’t be such a spoil-sport!” Woof! (Help!)
“This is going to be fun! Trust me!” T says tugging on Doc’s leash. Doc whimpers (I don’t really want to do this).
“Fine! Sit there then and watch me have fun!”
“This is fun!”
“I love jumping up and down in muddy puddles!”
“You are missing out on all the fun in the world!”
Woof! Woof! Woof! (Where are you going? Wait for me!)
“I’m off to find more muddy puddles!”
“You can’t catch me!”
And little T ran ran as fast she could jumping in all the muddy puddles making her jeans, socks and wells even more muddier. As for little Doc, he ran as fast as he could behind her all the way home.
This post is linked-up Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.