I was working outside, trying to keep my vegetable garden watered in this summer heat where it hasn't been raining hardly at all. I was planning to stop for lunch when my plans abruptly changed. All the dogs were inside except Sandie, who was sitting over be the wood pile they love to sniff around for chipmunks and other vermin.
I called Sandie to come in. I called her several times. She just sat there and looked at me. Offered her a biscuit, not moving. I went over, and as I picked her up I knew lunch was on hold. Her paws and face were caked with mud. It was once again time for The Ever Popular Unplanned Washing of the Dog. A feature of this blog for sure.
Miss Peaches is usually featured in anything about dog washing, but she is currently on the disabled list since her back surgery 2 weeks ago. While she is doing well, she is not quite up to her old tricks, which I have to remind her of constantly. She is getting used to me telling her to hold up so I can carry her in and out, up and down.
So my wire haired girls are the usual culprits when it comes to digging and getting down and dirty. There are occasions when Spaatz gets in on the act. He is also one to roll in something that catches his nose. Much to my dismay. He originated the unplanned washing of the dachshund. Sometimes-we-just-call-him-stinky
|Spaatz, bright and shiny again.|