My sweet Peaches, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. I do love her terribly, which is a really good thing for her, because she has a tendency to get into trouble. Which usually ends up with me having to give her a bath and in this case clean up a big mess.
Now I know I started this, because I heard a mouse in the closet and I alerted her to this fact. So she has been rooting around in there the past couple of days. Well today, it took on epic proportions as she really decided to get to the root of the problem. That being a mouse in the wall of the closet. Miss Peachy being the dedicated mouser that she is took it up on herself to get to these critters and eradicate them. This required excavation. When I found her it was too late, she had ripped the wall open down to the stud. Oh my, well I was not pleased, the words "bad dog" were bandied about more than once as I got the shop vac out. I actually had to sweep up the big chunks so as not to clog the machine, then sucked up the rest. Plus what she had trailed around the house. Then it once again was time for the ever popular, unplanned, washing of the dachshund. Miss Peach is almost always in these episodes. One of the ways your day takes a left hand detour.
So here she is in the sink in the laundry room about to get another bath. Fortunately she cooperates pretty good. She is quite used to it. It was a little tough because I had to spray around her snout so much, but all went well.
Spaatz and Sandie stand by at my feet, always concerned about what's happening to one of their comrades. secretly hoping they weren't going to be next.
She's all clean again, ready to get into trouble at a moments notice. I have to keep the closet door closed. Now she's running amok, rolling on the dog beds to get dried off more. She hasn't lost a bit of spirit since her back surgery in July. Nope, not one bit.