Beyond dirty

This morning Zachary needed to run, and run he did, round and round and back and forth. It would not have been bad as we do the game all the time, except there was dew on the ground. Yep, you guessed it, the dirt turned to mud. The more he ran the more dirty he became. So when we both came inside, to the bathtub we headed. At least one white doggie emerged, leaving a muddy one behind.

"Happiness is being loved by a Westie puppy"