It was the dog days of summer in the town of Summerwood and one owner wanted to squeeze every last drop of fun/training out of what was left. So that morning she packed her rough collie, Wooden Legs into the car along with a back pack for the things she always brought for them. Wooden Legs sat shot gun with the window down, she loved the sensation of the wind whipping through her fur, flapping her ears, and the smells. Oh the smells the wind brought her as they traveled so far so fast. They arrived sometime later at a huge park in the south west of Summerwood that backed on the edge of the forest. From the car park Leggy could see the lake, she started to get really excited, she wined to get out of the car. Sure enough as soon as the door was open for her, Leggy was off like a shot making a bee line for the lake. She barely got the length of 3 cars before her owner called her back and Wooden Legs stopped dead in her tracks. Her tail and ears drooped as she stood there and waited for her owner to catch up. 'Ugh why did humans have to be so slow and insist on you waiting for them' She thought to herself
