It’s only fun until someone gets hurt

All that fun yesterday going through the trails, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing.  Meeting up with old friends and finding new friends.  Chasing befriending squirrels.  Chewing on sticks. Digging in the dirt.  So much fun.  No leashes, just freedom.

And then they had to ruin it.

Bath? What?


Look into my eyes.

Don’t you think that if I wanted a bath I would have rolled in that puddle on the way home?