Oh, sure, he looks innocent now . . .
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He appears quite pleased with himself—as though whatever he did to earn that sobriquet was worth it.
Oh, yes, he definitely thought it was worth it! The place where we walk every day is crisscrossed with canals, which vary from pretty clean to pretty awful. He earned the sobriquet by dashing into one of the worst, smelliest, sludgiest . . . when he finally emerged, running gleefully away from his cursing chaperone, he looked as if he’d been dipped in Waterman blue-black ink. Hmmm, Waterman . . . good name for a dog?
Waterman’s too dignified and flattering. How about “Slimeball”?