Puppy Paws and Rain Puddles
By DIGITALightful
26 Mar 2008
This morning I went outside with a hasty rush as my mom opened the door. The air was crisp and the sky was just barely lightening. Those morning noise makers were singing their song as they awoke from their roosts upon the branches of the trees that grow in my domain... the back yard!
I leapt from the porch with my youngest sister, Treasa, close on my heels and we raced up the slope to the very back corner of the yard, chasing from their ground nests the birds who did not sing the dawn song.
I trotted along the fence lined borders ensuring that no intruders had entered during the night. Rabbits, woodchucks and all other manner of critters know this is MINE and they stay out. Not that I would hurt them if they were here, well, except my middle sister, Maksa, does hunt the field mice that tried to find the warmth of mom's house last fall.
The grass and coming spring's growth is wetter than normal and I feel excited because the fact that it rained means there are puddles. Wet, squishy, wishy-washy puddles in which to play, splash and wade through, and of course where there are puddles there is mud, my favorite thing in the whole world.
Unlike most moms mine does not scold me when I track mud in on the floor. She does not say "Lyoca! Wipe your paws!" despite the fact that the scratchy mat outside of the door says "Wipe Your Paws". That makes my mom pretty neat in my book.
I am inside now and I think it is a pretty good time for nap. Wouldn't you agree?
