went up the water spout

Whittier's pathetic display successfully tugged his mother's heartstrings and set her into motion. He wagged his tail happily as she caved and gave him a few kisses, for which he offered up his face quite willingly. He pulled himself up onto all fours at her urging and followed, even though his little legs were on the verge of going on strike.

The stream wasn't too far, and though Whit was exhausted, he bounced quickly forward the moment he saw it. He ran straight into it until the water came up to his belly at which point he paused to slake his thirst. His tail was wagging like crazy as he drank. It was almost as though the water had completely washed away the journey he had just had, for once he lifted his head after drinking, he lifted his paws to begin splashing about, giggling as he did so.

In all honesty, it was a burst of energy that would last for about five minutes at best, but that didn't matter. Whit was enjoying himself after a long, long trip, and he was perfectly happy in the moment.