Crazy Days

Today was a completely insane day. It all started when the Granny Gran came up with the brilliant idea of taking the dogs down to the creek for a swim. It was supposed to be in the high 80s today and the Gran thought the dogs would like to take a little dip to cool down. The creek is about a tenth of a mile down a dirt road near our house, so we loaded the carseat and the Little Bean into the front of the truck with Gran, and I got to ride in the bed of the truck with four dogs. Four really excited, really wound up, really goofy dogs. My job was to make sure none of the less intelligent dogs jumped out of the moving pick-up truck.

Amazingly, all went well and we arrived down at the creek. The three younger and more agile dogs leapt out upon arrival and headed straight for the creek. The big, fat (80lbs) old, semi-lame dog just looked at me from the bed of the truck as though I was supposed to produce some sort of ramp out of mid air for her to walk down. The face off ended with the fat dog in my arms and me very awkwardly walking away from the truck and lowering her to the ground.

We had a big time splashing in the creek, dogs, baby, and all. I think she may have gotten the creek and the swimming pool confused because she kept holding my hands and walking to where the water got deep. It was so cold that my feet were numb and the goofy kid wanted me to take her into water that came up to my hips. She laughed hysterically as water passed over her feet and legs and her skirt floated on top of the water as the dogs ran by splashing.

Then it happened. I heard barking, looked up, and the Puppy Bean was gone. There are cattle in the field near the stream, and I was worried that the Puppy was chasing them. When I went to find him, I discovered something even worse. The Puppy Bean had been rolling in cow poo. He was completely covered in it. We tried to get him into the creek to wash him off, but he kept wiggling away. He nearly pulled me and the Gran into the creek multiple times before we gave up. For being part lab, he certainly doesn't care much for water.

In the end, we had to load everyone back into the truck, drive home, and give the dog a bath. He howled and whined the entire time and never stopped struggling to get away. It was ridiculous. I had to practically lay on him to keep him from escaping while the Gran poured water and shampoo on him. I ended up wet and poo covered and not very happy. The Puppy Bean ended up clean and smelling good, although, he was a bit timid about coming to me when I called him later. I think he thought he was going to get washed again.

And that was just the morning. :)