It started as a fun adventure.
Early in the morning, CEO Kien called out, “Let’s go, Lala! Time to check the snail pond!”
Lala barked excitedly, running in circles as he packed his boots, bucket, and gloves. She loved outdoor days—fresh air, muddy puddles, and time by Kien’s side. What could go wrong?
At the pond, everything was peaceful. The sun peeked through the trees, birds chirped, and the water shimmered. Lala stayed close as Kien waded in, collecting snails gently with his hands. Of course, she couldn’t resist getting involved.
With one brave leap, splash!—Lala was in the shallow water, sniffing curiously and pawing at the edge. But the more she explored, the more slippery things got. Soon, she was covered in wet leaves, sticky mud, and something… smelly.
By the time they finished, Kien looked at her and laughed. “Lala! You smell like a swamp!”
She wagged her tail proudly, completely unaware of how bad she smelled—or how itchy she’d soon feel.
Back at home, Lala began scratching furiously. Her paws, her back, even her belly.
Kien picked her up gently. “Alright, that’s it. Emergency bath time!”
In the bathroom, warm water and lavender pet shampoo came to the rescue. Kien scrubbed her gently, rinsing away the pond muck and snail slime. Lala closed her eyes as the itchiness faded and the clean scent returned.
Wrapped in a fluffy towel afterward, she looked a little embarrassed—but mostly happy.
Kien smiled and kissed her head. “You were the best little snail farmer today. Just… maybe not next week.”
Lala wagged her tail once, already dreaming of her next muddy mission.
Because sometimes, the messiest days make the best memories.
