The Monster From the Muck

So there we were, out for Sunday Family Desert Walk, at the waterhole, when suddenly and without warning, something emerged from the muck.

 

What IS this fiendish creature?
What IS this fiendish creature?

 

It ran to and fro for a while.

 

To
To

 

Fro
Fro

 

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.

 

Fear struck deep in our hearts when we saw IT close up.
Fear struck deep in our hearts when we saw IT close up.

 

Mortimer was flummoxed by the sight. Afraid to approach, yet equally afraid to flee.

 

Morty's Flumixed face.
Morty’s flummoxed face.

 

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.

 

Sweet Emmi
Sweet Emmi

 

Words of wisdom from The Crazy Dog Lady:  Beware Wet Emmis wherever they may be found.

 

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