The muddy mess, or how I learned NOT to turn my back on the dog.
So, here I am in the kitchen pouring over apple recipes, when suddenly Bailey-boo comes barking at the door. And what do I find? The biggest, cutest mess ever.You know, I ought to know better, really I should. But he's been in and out half a dozen times today to play in the rain and hadn't gone digging once. It took me half an hour and three changes of the water in the carpet cleaner to clean up the mess. Sweet jeebus. In that last picture I really have no idea how I got that much mud there. Those were the jeans I had been wearing laying next to the tub, I'm not sure if they would have gotten less messy if I'd kept them on or not. Cleaning 70 pound, all muscle, too hyper for his own good dog is NOT very easy. Sadly, this isn't even half the photos or mess. I left out all the photos of the muddy carpet.
