The favorite Mutt

The favorite mutt has the rips...an over abundance of expendible energy...he weaves in and out of trees at such high speeds, the youngest child gets jealous. Having grown up in town the poor baby pouch doesn't know what to do with all the wide open spaces, the millions of smells and the only noise is deer snorting at him in disgust, which makes him cower and run for mommy. Dispite the smells, the noise, and the space, he seems to like it here at the favorite place. He's not quite sure what to make of all the water though; he puts his left foot in, he pulls his left foot out, he puts his left foot in and then splashes it about....but the splashing scares him witless and he rips away like there's a deer a comin.