I cleaned the house yesterday. Then I let the dogs back in the house.
Dixie, who is a VERY messy drinker sashayed over to the water bowl, lapped up copious amounts of H2O, dropped half of it out of her mouth all over the floor, then stepped in it turning the dirt on her paws to mud and proceeded to make dirty paw marks all over the place.
I wonder at those times what possessed me in 2010, a month and a half before my wedding, to get a second dog. Then I look at these pictures and I realize, how could I have not brought her home.
On our first trip to meet her we took her outside and she ran to the corner and promptly curled up in the dirt.
Inside, she was happy to curl up in my arms.
When we got her home, she loved her bath.
Later, when she was used to her surroundings, she embraced the backyard.
So, could you have resisted that face?