Bath Time

Over the weekend was bath time for the boys. After their little chase-the-mole excursion, they were overdue. Thumper went first, because I'm thinking he's mostly lab....this should be easy. It wasn't too bad at first. I got him wet, shampooed, and rinsed. I felt victorious. Then he stepped away and shook and took off racing around the yard. After he disappeared around one corner for a rather long time, I went to check on him. He had dug into the ground behind my gardenias and made himself a dirt pile, and he was joyously rolling over and over in it. While he was wet. That made it a mud puddle. Before he was done, he looked like a black dog. And then it was back to the hose for a second bath. Oh, and during all that ruckus, Lightning figured out what was up and ran and hid (he doesn't like bath time in case you didn't know). Lightning ended up getting cleaned with waterless shampoo after he was finally bribed from his hiding spot with puppy treats. Life with dogs....there is always a tale just waiting to be told.

Here is a pic of Thumper's dirt bed. It used to be a flower bed......

Tired boy

You would think he had a hard day....

Mystery Solved!

After last week's mystery mud, I had come to the conclusion that, as some of you suggested, the boys had an adventure. Then, Wednesday evening, I was outside sitting on the patio, and I saw Thumper throwing something brown, fuzzy, and floppy around. My first thought was, "That stuffed animal looks brand new, and it still has it's stuffing.". My second thought was, "We don't have a stuffed animal that looks like that.". Then Thumper jumped up and slung this my way. Further investigation revealed that the mystery mud came from them digging after this critter. Nice to know what they had been up to. That dog will hunt anything. Have a nice weekend. We are off to the ball park for a few games. :)

What a Mystery

There always seems to be a mystery around my house. Which dog pooped in the guest room? What happened to the ground meat I was going to cook for dinner? Where do all the lost sock go? Well, today I got home from work to a brand new mystery: Both dogs are muddy. On their chests and not really anywhere else, except for a patch of mud on Lightning's rear. I can't figure out how they did it. Did they take turns laying in their water bowl before flopping in dirt? Here are a couple of pics showing them. All guesses for how they did this are welcome!

Sleeping Dog

Ok...I just had to share this picture. He's woofing in his sleep with his tongue peeking out. Too cute. :)

Crappy Day (and not because a dog left me a present)

Today was one of those days. You know, the kind where you get to work to facilitate a meeting and discover the projector you really need is broken (just as everyone is arriving). Then it turns out all the meeting attendees have a major attack of ADD so getting them to focus is like herding cats. Then you find out that the job you wanted to apply for isn't even going to be posted because a transfer from the Fatherland is being appointed to the position (yes, I work for a company that is headquartered in another country). Then lunch makes you sick and you spend the afternoon herding cats (yes, they are really men) while frequently running to the ladies room....it just kept falling apart. And to top things off (I must say I work with a bunch of men for this matter), the afternoon meeting session rapidly degrades to guy humor. Yes it was funny, but it's like losing control of kindergarten once that happens. You might as well call it a day. So that's what I did, and then..... after almost 3 hours of baseball practice, I'm finally home. Pizza is on the way, one margarita has been made, and I am enjoying the playfulness of my four-legged boys. I'm so glad I have them to rescue me from days like this.

Happy hunting

Thumper's favorite hunting spot....he is killing my little red flowers. ***sigh***