Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

"thank ya darlin', you n yours are such much helpful persons." he gave her a grateful smile.

gucci padded over to the edge of the water, with his quick, tiny steps. there, he dipped a paw in, and felt a frigid chill spread from it to the tip of his tail. the dog retracted it and trembled, but once again thought, "like ripping off a bandaid"...

after a second of stiffness, the chihuahua dropped himself into the wellspring, making a tiny splash.

"augh augh augh." the small dog vocalised as he swam in tight circles. "like swimmin' in ice cubes!"

"but ah guess it must'a be nice when the weather's all swelterin' n the sun's scorchin' n you can enjoy a cool bath n cold drink..." he prattled on as he circled, as if the wagging of his tongue would warm his body.

gucci swam to the edge, where the fellahin was, and placed his paws on the rocks. "ah'd appreciate some help rubbin all this grossness outta me, but ah understand if you've better business ta attend to." with his chin he gestured at the pair of flowers. "what did ah interrupt you in doin'? perfumin' yahself?"