mud

The day went by similar to a snakebite, quick and unfrivilous. That cute, little bulldog came to visit. She belongs to a guy who works next door. She's white and everybody loves her. She's got the sweetest personality. One day when she was really young she was playing her little heart out in a mud puddle. Someone once wrote that "dogs are gods of frolic." So true. There's something fundamentally wrong with people who don't like dogs. We could have a national pop test and sort out a lot of the people who are simply going to cause problems in the long run. Well, that's one of the world's problems solved in five hundred words or less. Next.