The whole world was wet and cold. I blinked. Struggled to force my eyes open. They fluttered.
I was on my side—but where? Where was I? What happened?
I remembered standing under Willy and trying to push him higher on the fence. I remembered his feet scraping on the boards, trying to help me lift. I was right under him when he slipped and . . .
Struggling to my feet, I coughed and sputtered. The sound of running water came to my ears. I looked around. So much of it dripped from my side, it looked like a waterfall. The water streamed down, splashing in a small pond. Made of white plastic, the pond wasn’t very deep. It only came about two inches over my paws.
Yep. It was Rotten Willy’s water bowl.