I just got home after a monster day. As I pulled up to the garage, the boys had already anticipated my arrival and were crying at the window. Awe, someone loves me! ❤
I let them out and got the ‘Whip it’ and loaded it with a fresh tennis ball. After a enough throws to cause tongues to hang to the grass, I collected the balls and went back into the garage.
Welp. It wasn’t long before they were done in the yard themselves. They came in and looked at me for their suppers. But wait. What is that on your neck Oreo? Gaaa….. Poo! And since it’s all our nothing in this house, Breck had to roll in it also.
So much for a quiet start to my evening. Baths for everyone!
It’s that time of year again. The apple crop was great this year and many of the furries like to gorge themselves on the free buffet. Since animals have no couth, they poop as needed, right in the middle of the buffet line.
I’ve read up on the philosophy dog trainers have accredited this type of obsession. One or more of the following drives my dogs to wear poop:
This is ‘MINE’. Not yours, mine.
Lets go show Mommy what we found! We’ll bring it to her!
This smells different than me, and I like change.
© Ilex – Midwestern Plant Girl