Take one lemon and white pointer, approximately 2 yrs old, suffering from cabin fever. Give him an hour outside on a 55 degree day. Add the remains of several inches of snow -so basically a wet yard. Suffice it to say he had fun.
Possible explanation of what he did include: Spring training for the NY Yankees - with today's drill being sliding into home. Fire safety awareness - with today's drill being - stop, drop and roll. Canine mud wrestling. He's entered the political arena - you guessed it, today's drill being mud slinging. He went to the Salon today and decided he'd rather be liver and white. He was suddenly overcome by the urge to make snow angels, except there was no snow.
He is filthy as only a young, exuberant, see me run, I'm a Spaz, pointer can be. And, we're on our way out. So by the time bath time arrives, his name will be mud - as in dried mud. Oh happy day.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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