One dog. One owner.A lot of spilled water.
It started in the summer of 2023.
A sticky July afternoon. A neighborhood walk that turned into an accidental three-mile detour. Me, my dog Biscuit, and a 32oz water bottle I had absolutely no plan for.
Biscuit is a four-year-old golden retriever mix. Scrappy, stubborn, and built like she has somewhere important to be at all times. She was panting hard. I was sweating through my shirt. And when I finally stopped to give her water — really stopped, dug through my bag, unscrewed the cap, tried to pour into my own hand like some kind of idiot — she lapped up about three drops and the rest soaked into the pavement.
She looked at me like I'd personally let her down.
She wasn't wrong.