Relief and excitement pulsed through her body. Going home was something she couldn't wait for, but her home was not exactly how she had expected it to look like. The storm had decided to leave a little gift behind, with creeks, streams and dens still flooded. The rain obviously did not understand "go away and come again another day". She had to admit, storms were quite persistent.
As the pup confidently emerged into the territory, she heard awkward splashing noises coming from her paws. Her gaze would quickly look before finding her clean and flawless ivory dress caked in filthy and sticky mud.
Eww! She hated getting herself dirty. Oh why did it have to be mud? Anything but! Struggling to shake it off, she would leap about like a blind duck, looking for a patch of grass that wasn't muddy. With each leap she would splash the thick brown muck, finding herself even more covered in mud. The pup couldn't be even more annoyed right now. She officially did not like mud.
