I'm loving it; it feels like spring out there. The sun is shining and the snow is melting, in fact it's pretty much gone.
I know the dogs are loving it, especially Rolli and Max. Rolli likes to sit out on the patio and watch things go by. Max likes being out there with her to torment her and to generally be a pesky little brother. He plays that role very well. Yesterday he and she wanted in and out all day. Max had to have his paws washed off because he decided to dig in the mud. He definitely didn't like that. You would think that he would be used to it, as many times as he's had it done.
Max loves to dig, but so does Rolli. It's funny watching the two of them, Sometimes the holes are so deep, all you see are their butts sticking up in the air. But it's what comes after that they don't like. If they're dirty enough, they'll get a full fledged bath and your's truly gets to do it.
As with most dogs, ours get us as wet if not wetter when we, I mean I, give them baths. It's not the bath itself, but the shaking afterwards. They are really good in the tub, standing there while I wash them, but once they're out, all bets are off. Every surface is game to get wet, they take no prisoners. I guess it's their revenge. They probably tell themselves that if they get baths, they're not going to be the only ones to get wet. It's the same when they come in from outside when it's raining. They hate going out when it rains. And guess what, it's supposed to rain this weekend. I think I'll wear a raincoat if I'm the one who lets them in.
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