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Re: I love PUDDLES
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ATP2-@aol.com
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Oct 30, 2009 09:43 PST
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I have had 2 TTs who would walk a mile around a puddle not to get their
paws wet.
Andy P.
In a message dated 10/30/2009 9:59:44 A.M. Central Daylight Time,
syel-@attglobal.net writes:
TT
Mom has Fridays off from work. This morning I went for a morning walk
with my mom and my old/new rain jacket that I finally consented to wear
without the hood. (I must be growing up, although the hood would have
been absolutely over the top .... I can't see a thing, even without it
on.) It was our puddle walk. This is the game. We do it every Friday
morning. If it's wet outside, we look for puddles, deep puddles along
the curbs, and believe me, there are PLENTY of puddles in Chicago right
now. Deep puddles with leaves floating in them. The leaves are the
color of my yellow rain jacket. When we see a puddle, mom cries out
"DUNKIE! PUDDLE!!!" and into it we both jump and splash one another.
Then I stick my nose and face into it to see how deep it is and to see
if anything interesting lies below the surface. Mom has rainboots.
Then I found something smelly to roll in. My mom said "ha, ha! The
joke is on you, Dunk. It's only on your jacket and I can wipe it off."
Darn!!! I wish we had a picture of it to share. Bits of black and
white peeking out of bright yellow against bright yellowing leaves on
the ground. Priceless.
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