Wet Dog

Today we went for a walk to the river, I love this place, such an ideal spot for a spot of sniffing the grass, hedges and where feet have been. But best of all is all the play mates I find when I get to go in the river; which is more like a stream with access into it by a muddy slope.

Today was best of all though, my human owner came in with me and paddled with me up to her knees to get to the middle huge boulder; and 'set up camp' there. We took a snappy there, I made sure my human owner was as wet as me by the time we left; would of been rude to not include her:

We took a lovely one of us together also, but not for public viewing.

Once we got home, Human owner made me all wet once again; I had just started to dry again. With a thing called a shower. How dare she?! Although I was very good and stood very patiently for her to rub in my oatmeal shampoo, and rinse it all out; then I had a comb too. I love having a pamper.

But there was that wet dog smell again.

Its part of summer when you live in the countryside, right?