Spring is Here...

 ...and I've resigned myself to dirt and mud in the house for the next four months. 

In addition to her daily bark-a-thon, my industrious, spunky girl Dora and her ham-sized paws have taken to digging partial pathways to China in my backyard, and my sweet, sweet, Short Bus hound has taken to laying in them.  The weather is finally nice enough to bathe them outside, and they have decided to wholeheartedly contribute by needing to be bathed approximately every 26 hours. 

Spring is here, and my Homeskillet has once again taken to spending 95% of his time outside, basking in the sunshine.

The Skillet's fondness for grime is not as much of an issue as Dora's penchant for running in the yard - she's worn a path along the fence that has become a solid line of red clay - which I like to call the Dammit Zone.  I can let her outside, she will take approximately 35 seconds to pee, and then she will bolt like a deranged lunatic from one end of the fence to the other, kicking up clods of dirt as she goes and coating herself in Virginia Red Clay.  I will be standing on the porch, irritably hollering "DAMMIT DORA!" as she runs her laps, only to watch her dart by me into the house and jump all over my bed, leaving perfect red clay pawprints all over my sheets.  All of this in 5 minutes, TOPS.

Bless. Her. Heart.

*Sigh*.

Luckily for my laundry day, I've only got one muck-covered troublemaker.  My other sweetpea is an angel in disguise.

 

Either that, or he's plotting some tremendously complex evil in his head that will blindside me one day when I'm washing the covers. 

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