I had no idea why I was hauled out of the house at such an unDogly hour on a Saturday morning. Then, Boom, Boom, Boom, dogs, people, Petra, Aunt Jill, Tracking Sue woohoo. I had a day of slinging mud at myself and anyone who got to close to my pit, tracked through grass half as tall as Mom and then went swimming in a pond, much to the chagrin of a few nesting Canadian Geese. Relax boys, I'm Canadian too!
What a day, tomorrow should be more or so says the mother! The mother ain't so bad sometimes!
What a day, tomorrow should be more or so says the mother! The mother ain't so bad sometimes!
