Literally. Opal took herself on an adventure a few days ago, and showed back up 20 minutes later looking like this:
What can you do? Sarah wasn’t here, and I didn’t feel like trying to give Opal a bath without help (she’s not my dog, so why would I try, right?), so I just let her dry into a muddy fuzzball. She didn’t seem to care, so I didn’t either. Oh, the fun of mud in the bottom of the stock dam…
I like thr satisfied, impish look on her face!
Oh, she was very happy with herself.
Oh my word! I love that!!! 🙂