Francis moved across the yard, bounding from spot to spot in an attempt to catch the elusive butterflies. Those pretty, yet pesky things refused to sit still long enough for him to properly investigate.
“Come on, Francis. Time to go in!”
Francis paused as he focused on a single butterfly sitting a short leap away. Bending low, he uncoiled and leaped and… missed. He landed and slid through a dark pile he left a few minutes before. His ears hung low as he heard his human scream the most terrible and horrifying words in the history of dogs: Bath time!