The White Water Dragon is now a slight shade of green. To be more specific, pond water green. She smells slightly of pond water as well. Apparently me fussing at her when she gets near the pond is not enough of a deterrent. I will leave this deterrence to Phill while I am gone on my trip. I believe she fears his wrath more than mine. Keep in mind she'll jump, climb, tip a teeter totter, walk a plank, weave, and run through tunnels for me. It's not as if I have no authority over her. I just don't have the rigid discipline authority over her.
I need to attempt to right the water lillies, but a thunderous rain storm kept me from that task. It does appear that no fish were sacrificed for this swimming expedition.
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