Twiggy is off today. She is recovering from her spay surgery. She is fine just confined to the house. Lucy and Baily, on the other hand, have free rein.
As most of you know, I live on a barrier island of the South Coast of Texas. This year we have been suffering from a drought. Our rainfall is in a deficit condition. So we finally got some rain and today’s story is about two miscreant doggies.
Here is a photo of the pond behind our house. The water level is about twelve inches too low. This photo was taken on June 12th. That grey thing is a culvert pipe for the drains on the street.
As you can see with the rain, we had yesterday the pond is more than full.
Now on to Lucy and Bailey
“Bailey. What are you doing in that water?”
“I’d like to say the breaststroke, but it’s not deep enough.”
“For heaven’s sake Bailey the Boss is going to kill you.”
“It sure is fun, Lucy.”
“I think you ought to come out of there quick.”
“Um, just a few minutes.”
“Is that a frog, Bailey?”
“I’m not sure. Might even be a trout.”
“Move over. Let me look.”
“My goodness. Your white coat sure takes on the muddy hue, Lucy.”
“You are right. I have to go find some clean grass and clean up.”
“I would wait. I double dog guarantee Pops will be giving us a bath.”
“Looks like you are taking one now.”
“The beauty of a dark coat is the mud doesn’t show much, Lucy.”
“Of course when one is covered in mud.”
“You are in so much trouble, Bailey.”
“I think I have had enough.”
“Wait for me, Bailey.”
Yes, Bailey and Lucy did get baths, and yes they did have a good time.