Early one morning last week Buppa went out to putter in the backyard and Smudge wanted to keep him company, so out she went. She scampered off into the, "knee-high" on her, grass, and thought it rather grand. She headed straight for the back flower garden, but soon discovered...
the new garden, with lots of fresh black dirt, that Buppa had arranged a few days earlier. She just stood looking at it for a while, but the temptation was too great...
and soon she had to get her little hands right into the dirt.
Ooh, what fun.
She discovered that she could not only put her hands into the dirt, but she could squish it between her fingers and...
move the dirt from one place to another, and move a lot of it she did! The rascal!
When it was time to come in we had to hose her down, and then I brought out a dish of warm soapy water for her to wash her hands and feet in. She thought her "ornage" needed a scub too. In spite of the soak, she still took a lot of dirt home with her under her finger nails.
the new garden, with lots of fresh black dirt, that Buppa had arranged a few days earlier. She just stood looking at it for a while, but the temptation was too great...
and soon she had to get her little hands right into the dirt.
Ooh, what fun.
She discovered that she could not only put her hands into the dirt, but she could squish it between her fingers and...
move the dirt from one place to another, and move a lot of it she did! The rascal!
When it was time to come in we had to hose her down, and then I brought out a dish of warm soapy water for her to wash her hands and feet in. She thought her "ornage" needed a scub too. In spite of the soak, she still took a lot of dirt home with her under her finger nails.
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Mud pie on the menu today, then?
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