Last night the "girls" activated an old game of theirs. Take the ball. Drop it in a mud puddle. Fish the ball out. Run away with ball in mouth. Then bury the ball or drop it back in the mudpuddle.
It's a game of keep away.
This time around one of the dogs hid the ball in an abalone shell.
Sometimes the game becomes a test of stare down. Don't blink or you'll lose the ball. That's one of the rules of their game.
In the end the girls have to be cleaned up before coming into the house. Last night it was an easy clean. Fill the wading pool with water. Drop the ball in. Dogs wade in to get the ball. Bingo! No more mud.
Kiri, at the tender age of 8 months, has already mastered major bravado when it comes going nose to nose with Zeenie. Nothing phases or intimidates this pup.
I've got to cover the mudhole only to open it when the girls need a good run and a roll in the mud.
When was the last time you had a good roll in the mud? Or made a mudpie? Maybe it's time to bring out your inner child and make that pie or take that roll.