Splosh

On this morning's walk, Housemate and I were on the trail and the dog was down in the marshy reedy wetlands, loping along and occasionally chasing ducks or nosing in the several streams that empty into the cove we walk around. She was running along and decided to cross what looked like a small puddle or pool, but turned out to be a very very deep water hole. We heard a loud splosh and saw her disappear into a tiny but very deep sink, just her nose visible. She clambered out, wet all over, muddy and completely wet and sleek like an otter, and kept on running, pink tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. I really do love the way my dog lives, reckless and delighted and unshaken by her mistakes and setbacks.