If you visit this blog from time-to-time you already know that our patience has been tested with all of the rain we've had this fall.
Silver Creek has repeatedly over-topped its banks. The ponds are full to the brim. Standing water in the trails. Mosquitoes. Records have been broken. Water everywhere. For gosh-sakes it is mud season and it isn't even spring.
One of the consequences of this is that the Girls get a rinse and under-body flush after each and every walk. They're just too muddy to let back into the house otherwise. In keeping with the scatological subject matter introduced yesterday there is this.
Blonde dog is illustrated for purposes of contrast
On occasion the walk will result in more than a rinse and under-body flush. There is the full shampoo and sometimes a rinse and repeat. That is because of the poo-rolling. I have no idea what the attraction is - nevertheless, the greasier the critter poop the more irresistible it is. Blech.......
Robert Earl Keen, Jr. wrote a song about how the road goes on forever and the party never ends. For blonde dog the party is all about poo rolling. Which never seems to end.
Again - a smear of rancid, wet, gooey critter poo all over her head, shoulders and back.
click on the stinky dog for a closer look
The old Cabela's E-Collars that have served the dogs so faithfully - more than ten years for the black Lab and 6 years for the blonde Lab have finally crapped-out. Unable to hold a charge they are going to be tossed in with the other recyclable electronic waste. I think I found a good deal on replacements with LL Bean. Working replacement collars may just limit the opportunities for partying. Blech.
Our walk in the woods today led to the chewing of recently-killed deer leg bones (I suspect a coyote nailed a fawn) and then the icing on the cake was rolling in some critter's fresh poo. Both Labs participated in this delightfully disgusting opportunity but it shows-up better on the blonde Lab.