At Wagon Hill, me and Sylvie walk by the water. She gets all wet, muddy, and smelly. I don't mind. Sylvie goes in the water, but she doesn't swim. She prances into the water up to her knees, and she watches all the other dogs swim. Then she goes back on land, goes to her favorite spot, and rolls around. That's how she gets all wet, muddy, and smelly.
