We are lucky to have the computer this evening. Our mom had a bad time with work over the past couple of days and would not hardly get out of her chair and was just tapping, tapping, tapping on the computer all the time. We were NOT happy. We already had this discussion about our blogging time with her. And, it was MY turn to blog!
We had flyball practice tonight, and boy did we have fun! We were running fast, fast, fast. Mom has to figure out WHAT is going on with her video camera, as it isn't functioning too well, and that is why there isn't any video. Sigh. She always has SOME excuse for everything.
Before we even went to Flyball and agility practice (for Sam), we had to go to the do it yourself dogwash because Sam was FILTHY. He had never, ever been that dirty in his entire life. If you think this photo was bad, multiply it by a gazillion!
I told him that he was so muddy that Mom was really going to be mad. He looked like he got pushed down in the mud and someone sat on him. NOT that I would know ANYTHING ABOUT THAT OR HOW IT HAPPENED, SANTA.
When my mom saw him, she sort of did that little scream that only we dogs can hear. I mean, he was dripping in mud like perhaps someone just kept pouring buckets and buckets of mud on him. NOT that I would know ANYTHING ABOUT THAT OR HOW IT HAPPENED, SANTA.
Normally, Sam has some white on him, but he was completely one color.... gray. He had SO much mud on him that it was caked. Each piece of fur was about triple in size. It was like someone threw him in a mudpit and wouldn't let him out and he just kept jumping up trying to get out and no one would let him. NOT that I would know ANYTHING ABOUT THAT OR HOW IT HAPPENED, SANTA.
So, that is how we got to the do-it-yourself dog wash. Mom said she wasn't going to wash him at home with all the mud caked on him. You know, Mom, lots of people pay a lot of money to have a mud bath. You are just being very shortsighted.
So, Sam went in to the store and we stayed with our Auntie. Mom was in there for a long time. Finally, after like a thousand hours, she came out, and dang it, she still had Sam. Now, he was clean. She really had to scrub him hard and there was a bunch of mud in the bath. She said he was as dirty as a little pig, and how could any dog get that dirty by himself? NOT THAT I would know ANYTHING ABOUT THAT OR HOW IT HAPPENED THAT SAM CAME TO BE SO DIRTY, SANTA.
Look at this pic... does this look like anyone who may be possibly mean to her little brother. Nope, looks like a good girl who deserves lots of prezzies from Santa Paws.