Sunday is for Forgiveness

So here is where my mud adventure landed me the other day.

Here I am in my crate. I can only go outside long enough to take care of business.

I spent a lot of time contemplating the error of my ways. I still am not sure I did anything wrong. No, I wasn't digging, I was telling the truth. And I wasn't rolling around in the mud. And there weren't any squirrels throwing mud at me (nice try, Holly and KhadyLynn). I didn't get to swim Bricey style. I guess I was sort of testing the moisture content of the soil, I sure discovered it was quite high.

Actually, what really happened is that I was working out for the PupOlympics by doing relay races along the fence with this big yellow lab who showed up outside our fence. It had been raining for days here and the ground was very wet. It was all grassy where I was practicing so I don't really understand where all the mud came from. But let me tell you, Mom was not very happy - but I didn't know I was going to get all dirty. She shouldn't have been so busy playing Connect Four with the little biped - she should have made me come inside sooner. Oops, I had best not let her hear me say that as I am really working on getting her to forgive me.

I think I hear her coming, let's see what I can do.

I guess this isn't the best way to start even though it is how I feel.

Maybe I should just look really remorseful like this.

Or maybe this way.

Think this might do the trick?

OK, here's what might be the winner.

Ha Roooo Rrooooooooo - works every time.

Woos, Thunder Dunder