Every morning I go running with Baker and Chevy individually. Sometimes Baker and I run to the grocery store if I only need one or 2 things I can carry with me. We go early in the morning before it’s hot, but every single time as we’re running past the Downtown Laurel mural, there never fails to be a huge shallow puddle of water, and he never fails to go sit in it, quite politely, then he lies down and basks in his hairy wetness.
This is interesting to me because we bought he and Chevy a kiddie pool and they won’t dare get in it. What gives?