Dave and his dog visibly relaxed as they walked up to the faucet near the public pool. Turtle Pond was not pleasant during Indian Summer.
“Gross faucet water.” Charlotte and her dog “Muffin” scoffed at the old tap.
“Do you see any stores around here with sparkly shit for Magic Muff there?” Bliss, it was still running, he and the dog drank greedily.
“I’m just saying bottled water is better for you.” She up-ended her empty container mournfully.
Dave snatched the bottle from her. Filing it, he threw it back.
“You want bottled water, there, you got bottled water.”