Since my misery always seems to cheer you people up, I took your advice and took the kids to the park for a long walk so they could run. And, because they hate me, they both made a beeline for a pile of deer shit and engaged in synchronized shit rolling:
As you can see, Lily is fond of the full facial camouflage job, while Rosie goes for a little mask and some racing stripes. Don’t tell me they didn’t know what they were doing and it was instinct. Look at that look on Rosie- she knew what they had done.
If anyone had overheard me giving them their baths I would have my dogs taken away: “Quit your damned whimpering, the water isn’t cold. You know what you did. Suck up and take it like a man. I’m not the one who rolled in shit. This is your fault. That shivering isn’t fooling anyone. Asshole.”