It was raining and Juosta loved it. The while wild dog was jumping from puddle to puddle on the ground humming and singing all the while. It wasn't often that they got rain in this area so she was happy when it did rain and always decided that she should make the most of it.
Juosta had had a pretty easy life, and perhaps this was the reason that she never really grew up, the wild dog did not have a stern bone in her body, and rarely did she think things too seriously. Her favorite things were rain and sleep, so she figured she should make the most of this rain storm and then she could have a nice nap while her coat dried out.
She wasn't concerned how silly she might look at all, she decided as long as she was having fun that was all that mattered.
Tara de Draiocht