Our creek is the driest I've ever seen it. I walked the length of it today, and one poor desiccated crayfish was the only sign of life (or not) in the bone-dry bed between our ford and the property line. Even in the driest summers, there has always remained a trickle. Not so in this year of drought.
But there was one puddle. And Titus found it. And then...
Silly puppy. What was going through his mind? This, I think:
Image from Know Your Meme