Today’s blog post is submitted by Guest Blogger Stedman. Follow Stedman on twitter @Sted_Man.
Last week, they trotted me off to the groomer for a bath, a butt trimming and some nail clipping. Ever since I got back, the people been very nervous whenever I go outside and head for my dirt nest behind the row of sedum. I like the grass and all but I LOVE the dirt. The weekend has been very hard on me.
Then they got busy. First, he took the lattice skirts off of the deck and she started painting them. While they were both looking elsewhere, I made my move.
It’s virgin dirt under here, people. Mine are not the first footprints – in fact, there are several different kinds of footprints here but they each come with their own delightful smell so that only makes it better. I’m plumb in the middle of the space here and I’m not coming out until I’m good and ready.
What is that in her hand? A Scooby Treat? Wait – I can smell it but I can’t see it. Wait. Wait! Let me get a look at that – stop backing up.
Well, whatever. As long as I’m back inside the house, I might as well take a nap. At least I don’t smell like that damn shampoo anymore and my coat is once again working its way towards a solid brown color. Plus, I can go back under there the next time we go outside.