The Best Kind of Day

This is what the bone sees as it
is handed over to a happy puppy

We've fallen into the habit of giving Sammy a bone when she heads into her dog run in the morning and we head to work. She looks forward to this, as you can see.

It's a routine that works for us.

What also works for us is to typically leave the sliding door ajar so she can come in and out as needed. It prevents accidents in the house and gives her freedom of movement to find her favorite toys wherever they were left.

We have a little toy bucket for her, a treasure trove of her favorite things. Yesterday I noticed she put one or Rman's socks and her dog food bowl in the bucket. She normally just removes things but apparently is getting the idea of putting things away.

The other morning Sam was coming in and out of the house as usual, bringing me treasures she found from the far East and far West of the yard. A snail. A piece of rebar. A mangy sprinkler head caked in dirt. A slimy ball. A piece of plastic sheeting for weeds. A rock.

And her last trip in was a gallop. I heard her coming before I saw her, which was unfortunate when she rounded the bend excitedly. She was covered in mud. All four paws up to her middle, and most of her underside.  Carpet and Flooring and Puppies, Oh My.

So lickety split we headed out on a search for the source of the mud. She found a tiny patch of mud just on the other side of the concrete pad where the air conditioner drips. 4"x6".  Cover and hide, and then off for a bath and the carpet shampooer.

Mud for little anythings makes for the best kind of day.