Brown stuff

Howdy blogaroos! Happy Friday! Although I’m not super happy because it’s supposed to rain today. Which means I can’t go up to the golf course to chase geese. Yup. The feathered poop machines are back. If there’s a big group of them, we stay back as they can be kinda cranky. But if there’s one or two – well let’s just say that they fly away from a shaggy shark and his human. And then the human walks along saying “leave it” about 50 times as we walk through the poop minefield. Those guys make a mess!

And speaking of a mess- I learned something yesterday. IF one disappears into the woods while on a walk and one returns with a brown, matted face, one gets an unplanned trip to the grooming torture palace tub. One would think a mucky brown face would simply result in a face wash- but no- yours truly got the WHOLE ENTIRE WASH JOB. The Warden wasn’t exactly sure what was on my face, but it appeared I had rubbed my face in SOME brown substance. I’m not saying what it was. The Warden was understandably not impressed. Meanwhile, the Boss and the Coyote just looked at me and rolled their eyes. Hey – at least I came when called. Look at the bright side. Even if the bright side was brown.

I have class today- and I’ve been doing my homework, but it’s anybody’s guess if it will show in class. My behavior is intermittent- just like reinforcement. Besides – the longer it takes to do something perfectly, the more training treats you get. I’m no fool.

We have no big plans for the weekend. At least I won’t be having a bath – I smell kinda like candy right now. Yup – a sweet scent for a sweet boy. Who would give anything to go back in the woods and find that brown stuff again.

Good thing I’m cute.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.