A day of beauty

Normally I like to plan my animal "days of beauty" but today, events conspired against me.

While feeding this morning I noticed that angora rab Gracie really really couldn't put off a hair cut one day longer, so while still in my PJs, she got a new do (and most of a carrot). We were both happy.

And I figured beautification was done for the day, ha!

After school, it was so lovely the 9 year old and I took a long hike through the (very) muddy woods. Unfortunately, so did the dogs. It was nice to have them along, but the end result was mud. A lot of mud. Silt, even. Let's just say the low-slung Corgi was muddy up to her ears, while the legs and some belly of the big Newfie were a nightmare.

So it was tub time for both of them tonight. The Corgi, though smaller, is way less cooperative when it comes to water. My husband came hobbling over (he's on crutches, recovering from a hip replacement) to make sure we weren't torturing his dog, she was crying that much. The Newfoundland bounded into the tub happily, like the good boy he is.

Now the house has that distinct wet dog smell...aaah, it's another sign of spring, right?