Summer hasn't officially started but apparently my dogs do not know this. They are enjoying the good life! I let them out to potty and this is what happened:
After Bailey decided to roll in whatever ick-ies he could find in our backyard, he decided to stage a protest. He was NOT coming back into the house. Now normally, I wouldn't mind leaving them outside, but the temperature is over 90 degrees. And the last thing I need right now is to be charged with animal cruelty. If any of you have ever owned a terrier, you know very well how stubborn they can be. Bailey is no exception. And as you can see from the picture, Muffin is by this time exploring whatever it was that Bailey rolled in. Apparently it was "good stuff".
By now I'm figuring this is pretty much a lost cause. So, I try my luck with Muffin. I say her name. This was her response:
Success!! Those four years of taking psychology courses did come in handy after all!
So I'm happy to report that both dogs are now safe and sound inside the house. Bailey now has a sore tummy from whatever he ate in our back yard. Suffice it to say, he's insisting on sleeping beneath my chair and Mommy is forced to deal with the "after effects" of his expedition. Nuff said.
Never a dull moment in this household. If anyone is looking for a dog, give me a call. I can make you an offer you can't refuse. LOL