|My first mud puddle. Nine weeks|
Sometimes mom calls me sassy. I don't know if I would classify myself as sassy, but perhaps classy. When I go to the dog parks all the boy dogs follow me around like I'm the bomb diggity (I heard that while watching Animal Planet.) and I only tease the boys who can catch me when I sprint at my top notch gear. The more mud and muck you have on you, the better for two reasons: 1)dogs are less likely to be able to latch onto you with their teeth because you are slippery and 2) all the dogs want to know exactly what you have been rolling in. It's like nature's perfume. I camouflage my dirt quite nicely because I am black. Mom doesn't know how dirty I am until she wipes off my legs at the door and the red towel turns black. I just wag my tail and run into the house displaying my paw art on their white carpeting. I am a very talented artist. Especially when I start throwing my muddy tennis ball around.
Got to go. Mom is getting out the brush and the perfume. It's only three days from my next bath so I am in a hopeless situation of perfume every day. At least she brought some treats.
Hike with you later!