March 24, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Mud. Muddy dog prints. The bane of my existence. Daisy is like a sponge, I tells ya. If there is one square inch of moisture in that backyard, she finds a way to make sure it gets on every hair on her body. Especially the white parts so that she looks brown. And my floor looks like a bucket of mud was thrown on it. And then tracked around. Which is why I need to get rid of the carpets, yo.
I am telling you, she does it on purpose. Shadow used to do it on purpose. Daisy? Also does it on purpose. Bristol avoids it like the plague and acts like the wicked witch getting doused with water, “I AM MELLLLLTING! MELLLLTING! WHAT A WORLD! WHAT A WORLD!”
Notice how she goes though MOST OF THE PUDDLES when called inside.
Guess which dog IS NOT getting four baths today? That’s right! The all black dog! The one with short hair that’s easy to keep clean and bathe! The long-haired dog that soaks up mud like a sponge? FOUR BATHS.
PS – yes. Daisy’s tongue IS that long. And her tail is also freakishly long.