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Re: I love PUDDLES
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syel-@attglobal.net
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Oct 30, 2009 12:40 PST
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You don't know how lucky you are (lol). Less cleanup.
andrew palestini wrote:
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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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