I like the finer things in life. A nice sip of ice-cold water. A fantastic pink collar and matching leash. A delicious piece of bacon. A wandering stroll in the mountains, contemplating the meaning of life and our place in the universe. I also like dirt.
Its' hard to find someone who has the same affinity for dirt as I do. Dirt is awesome. It smells great, has all kinds of bugs in it and is well, dirty. Mom and dad do not share my love of dirt, but luckily my minion, the Bald Puppy, does.
We were outside yesterday morning for like an hour before it became a gabillion degrees outside and mom was reading a book and noticed that both the BP and I got really quiet. She looked up and found:
See, I was laying in the dirt and then the BP got out his little shovel thing and threw more dirt on me and covered me up! Isn't that FANTASTIC?!?!?!?! Well, yes, it was, but mom didn't think so. Luckily mom had the pool out for us, so she made us rinse off before going inside.
Oh well, at least we had a little bit of dirty fun before the Fun Police got involved!!