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Willow meets the sprinkler

Willow didn't like the water hitting her in the face, but she loved the wet stuff everywhere else.
Earlier this week, Willow got her first taste (really quite literally) of backyard sprinkler fun.
It was a scorcher of a day (and we were back from the beach so Willow was craving some time in the water because I could see it in her eyes), so we headed out back, and I dug the sprinkler out of the garage and hooked it up to the hose.
I turned on the water and waited for the fun to begin!
But you know how a sprinkler is ... slow ... and never pointing at the right spot.
Eventually, I got the sprinkler facing the correct direction, and I got Willow (the victim) in the right spot.
And I waited for the fun to begin!
But you know how sprinklers are ... slow ... and Willow walked off out of watershot.
Okay, so eventually, I got everything aligned and ready to go.
Et voila!
Willow got a good spray right in the back of the head.
She didn't care ... until she turned and the water sprayed her in the face. She backed away, but this only kept her in the line of fire of the water as the sprinkler lowered its angle. The water kept spraying her in the face.
I don't think she much cared for the water hitting her in the face like that, but she loved the water hitting her everywhere else. She kept coming back to the sprinkler until the water hit her in the face, then she ran off until the water wasn't hitting her in the face anymore and she came back to the sprinkler.
She also liked trying to block the water with her yellow bucket and trying to catch water in the bucket.
The fun lasted a solid 20 minutes. That's when the neighbor's dog started barking, and Willow took off after it, pointing and saying, "Doug."

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