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Post by c o l T on May 24, 2009 13:17:37 GMT -5
Colt glomped through the weeds and leaves until he came upon te swamp. Hte pup never was big on water but his wild breed should do anything it took for food. He knew this and the only reason he eyed the swamps today was because there was a duck flaoting upon the water. In the 23 years of being alive he still hadnt been able to cope that whatever could fly and was in the water was most likely a no go.
He got used to the water and bounded afew steps until he was no longer touching hte land under his feet anymore. No he more in a doggie-paddle to get what he was after.
He could hear his siter, Rhian coming up behind him. She thought that he was just getting over his fear of water at first but she too soon found the duck in her sights too. She launched into the water as well.
Colt was just upon it when it flew off, seeming to know he was still a pup the duck squauked at him as if laughing into his face. Colt felt that pain when the duck laughed, he hated to be laughed at. He turned around and swam back to shore.
When he arose out of the water he had a sroopy tail and looked to be the most pathetic thing ever. He waddled a few steps and then shook it off nearly falling over as he did so. He was hungry and bored so hunting seemed the way to go. It just made him feel worse.
His sister, Rhian was rite up behind him, wagging her tail splashing water everywhere. Her, on the other hand, loved water. She woudnt shake it off because of the fact. It seemed to take her two extra hours to dry off because she never shook it off. Her thick cloat held the water in that long.
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