Having suffered the humiliation of being stuffed into a fleece suit for the entertainment of the masses, Brody’s first thought was apparently, “Wild Thing? Seriously? You have NO IDEA, lady. I’ll show you wild thing.”
The end of daylight savings has its disadvantages. Namely, when a dog goes outside for his evening ablutions, one can no longer observe his activities. Generally speaking our yard is pretty safe. He can’t squeeze between the bars on the fence, the plants are dog-safe, and the bees are hibernating.
So when Brody ran inside in the dim evening light, it took me a full minute to realize what I was seeing.
It is a mark of my mindset that before securing him on a leash to avert muddy disaster, I grabbed the camera.
How in the world did he manage to find a mud puddle? It’s 90 degrees out, in a desert climate. We are in the midst of a water crisis and the sprinklers are only on 7 minutes three days a week. I mean REALLY.
But find it he did, and boy did he indulge. I know the focus and lighting are not the best here- we were in a bit of a panic, and if you can make out his paws I’m sure you can imagine why. His whole lower half looked like that.
I made a feeble attempt to remove the pounds of dirt with a dry shampoo, but the mud just laughed, and the dry shampoo cried and said it wasn’t a miracle worker and refused to come out of the bottle.
I’d like to give Brody the benefit of the doubt and say he saw me putting on my weekly face mask and was just trying to emulate me, but that’s a bit of a stretch even for me.