The Well in the Wood by Bert Leston Taylor

"Colonel, you 'diculous dog, you're so hot _now_ you can hardly / breathe. No; you needn't bark. It's too warm to play any more."

Buddie was sitting on the fallen, mossy trunk of a cedar tree, just / inside the edge of the wood, throwing little sticks for her dog Colonel / to fetch. Being a young dog, Colonel wanted to play all day long, and / he could not understand why Buddie should tire of throwing sticks when / _he_ never wearied of recovering them. So when she bent to tie her / shoe-string he assumed that another stick was coming, and, yelping with / delight, he crouched for the spring.