It was a nice day Thursday, so the pup and I decided to tackle some outdoor decorating.
Carson's job was to guard the lights. He'd already had an exhausting day. He got a bath, which he doesn't like. I call it a spa treatment, but that doesn't make him like it any better. If you've ever bathed an uncooperative 70-pound dog, you know that he's not the only one getting wet.
Surely he knew I wasn't going to just leave him alone with a string of lights.
So I did a little dog decorating.
He did not resist being strung with lights as much as he did the bath. But he did not like it much. Before long, he was shivering pitifully. He was cold. He wanted to go inside.
I felt sorry for him and took him back inside. I wasn't back outside 30 seconds until I heard the side door slam. That's the sound an escaping dog makes.
He made quite a recovery for someone who moments before had been quite exhausted and cold. Ran to the neighbor's field. Ran through our meadow. Ran through his best friend's back yard. Ran down the lane to the pond, up over the hill and through the hay field, back over to the pond.
I knew how this was going to end: with one of us laying in a field, panting, too tired to move. I so hoped it would be him.
And it was.
I have no photos of how the outdoor decorating turned out because I didn't get it done.
Carson got his second bath of the day.
And so did I.
I'm smiling at your doggy decorating adventures.
Posted by: Kim Kenward | December 06, 2012 at 08:27 PM
Somehow I'm thinking he got his revenge!
Posted by: kathy | December 07, 2012 at 12:43 AM
Piles of lights can be beautiful too. Of course you would find Carson curled up on the couch under a favorite quilt if I had anything to do with it. Seems I can never get over puppy eyes...smiles..Renee
Posted by: Renee | December 07, 2012 at 08:13 AM
Quite the little helper you have there!
Happy Holidays,
Erica
Posted by: Erica | December 07, 2012 at 09:37 AM
Oh, he's just too cute...the perfect helper in my eyes . I think it has something to do with that polka dot nose !
Posted by: Lisa W. | December 07, 2012 at 11:44 PM
Why do puppy dogs equate baths with permission to get messy? After spending $$$ to send Gwen to the "spa" she always found a way to get back to her dirty self within an hour of getting home (after all like it or not she would have to go out at some point to pee and roll in something little booger). I miss that - thanks for a pleasant memory :).
Posted by: Jewels | December 09, 2012 at 10:23 AM
Of course you would discover Carson curled up on the sofa under a preferred blanket if I had anything to do with it.
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