Thursday, October 06, 2011
All went well, until ...
The field we were walking beside just got irrigated a couple days ago, and with the additional water from the sky, well, it was a vast stewpot of mud, which we hadn't realized until Howie leaped into it and sunk six inches deep. He got a rapturous expression on his face and began bounding across the muck.
Sebastian joined him, and the two of them went nuts, plunging into still deeper mud, racing shoulder to shoulder.
And of course, Howie the Boss knew just which part of the field still held standing water, so he waded right in.
Sebastian at least had the decency not to lie down in the soupy mud and wallow himself in like a pig.
Doggie baths later, Howie is more than willing to sleep off what had to be tremendous effort galloping through that stuff. And you know, not two minutes before the mud games began, I said to Bernie, "Poor Howie is finally starting to slow down a little."