Faith trotted closer to the little girl, tongue lolling out and ears pricked, waiting for it to be thrown.
On the path Ang looked over and whistled sharply, "Faith, no washing the children!" Then she laughed, and headed towards them, "Good morning, Charlie, how come you guys are out this early? But then again, what a lovely crisp morning to be outside?"
Faith responded to the whistle by looking round, and then sat down to wait, tail wagging across the dew wet grass.