Friday, August 28, 2009

Puddles. Filthy, Gross Puddles.

Tonight it was pouring down rain, so I ended up shortening Gizmo's walk a bit. He gets walked regardless of what the weather is, but I take a different, shorter route whenever the weather is icky.

Gizmo loves the rain, mud, puddles, all of it. He actually loves pretty much all water, so long as it might not accidentally clean him. So, when I take him out for a walk in the rain, I have to keep an eye out for filthy,gross puddles and steer him clear of them.

Well, tonight I missed one. I didn't see it until Gizmo was already in mid-cowabunga, and by then it was too late. He splashed down in the mud, and now we both could use a bath. He was grinning like an idiot the whole way home, like he was real proud of himself. Again, Gizmo's always taught me to take pleasure in the little things. Like completely drenching oneself in mud.

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