So there we were, out for Sunday Family Desert Walk, at the waterhole, when suddenly and without warning, something emerged from the muck.
It ran to and fro for a while.
We tried to be silent and still so as not to be seen by the evil spawn from the depths, but it saw us anyway, charging at us in a most menacing manner.
Mortimer was flummoxed by the sight. Afraid to approach, yet equally afraid to flee.
Terrified though we were, we decided to stay near the waterhole for the safety of the other dogs who accompanied us. Eventually the wild THING that emerged from the muck calmed down enough for us to realize it was just Emmi.
Words of wisdom from The Crazy Dog Lady: Beware Wet Emmis wherever they may be found.