The snake-like hose started attacking water on me, and another thing jumped at me too. It was black, furry, and it could jump on me like a sack of rice. Yes, it's the one and only, Tabard Carter William II Stanford.
Long name. I know.
“Tarter!” I hear someone shout, but the laughter was still in his voice. “Good dog!”
“That's not fair!” I scream, splashing water onto the two boys who were only wearing a pair of shorts. They were drenched as Theresa and I were, but Theresa was hiding somewhere, ready to attack the boys if needed.
And like I expected, she came out from behind the tree and shot water at them.
Tarter barked at her, chasing her. She gave a shrill cry as the dog pounced on her, licking her face on the floor. “Tarter!” She shouted, trying to push the canine off her. “Tarter
