The day started with a rumbling over our heads. However, it wasn’t thunder.
Instead it was the dogs, entertaining themselves by running up and down the stairs, followed by laps around the upstairs furniture and then jumping over the furniture like hurdles. Or, at least, that’s what it sounded like to us below trying to sleep in. In a groggy haze, I ushered the dogs outside to continue their play but unaware that it was starting to rain.
When we joined the Land of the Living the pups were so happy to see us as they greeted us at the door, their paws and faces muddied. What to do?
- A. Wipe their paws and let them in for a lazy Sunday.
- B. Load them in the car and take them to the dog park for maximum muddiness and then bring them back for a bath.
- C. Not commit to anything but accidentally show the dogs their leashes for a superior freakout and decide, at a bare minimum, we should take them for a walk.
If you guessed “C,” you’d be right. We took them for a walk. A walk with giant puddles!
*Not filmed was my wipeout. Complete with face plant and then my getting dragged a couple of feet by the dogs, who were likely attempting to shake me off as I was slowing them down.
We returned sodden and wet, but the dogs were happy and partially clean.
A bath wasn’t in the cards this day. Especially for what is a gigantic production — and energy needed — to bathe two dogs outside which was also muddy. Counterproductive, much?
As for indoor baths, please reference the photo below where Zander learned that if he stood on the edge of the bathtub he could avoid the soapy wet stuff and derail our plans of having tidy pets.
So this Sunday it was made clear that puddles ain’t just for kids (in fact, except for maybe me, there were no kids around) and sometimes partially clean is good enough. That is, as far as Siberian Huskies are concerned.