Water

Lil’ Toot here. As You know, I love Rain. When We step out nowadays, Mom is bundled up like Nanook of the North. I’m strapped (yup, that’s right) in My little Jacket, not giving the weather a thought. My Hair Cut lets Me shake It off, so I can remain My handsome self. Now, a bath is something else, for Water comes out of a shower head. Sure, it’s warm. Not the same. Living unstuck.

Pouncing in puddles is My specialty. When I first saw a puddle—a mystery. I could See Myself. When I put my paw on the Illusion? I disappeared. That’s magic! I bounce in and out of My Picture on the ground all the time and watch Myself come and go. You should try it. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Do You stomp in Puddles? Or avoid them? How about a Warm Shower? I say: To each His own. My friend Matti loves the Rain too, but draws the line when It pounds on the roof. She thinks someone’s breaking in and barks furiously to defend Her Family. Go Matti! (Myself, I sleep right through it.) Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#water

Sign above a dog’s water dish:
Water for your dog—Or really short people with low standards. It’s all okay, we don’t judge.
—Etsy