May 9, 2010
"White Dog, go see momma," Steve commanded as they both came in from the yard. White Dog trotted in and sat next to me in the shadows next to the computer desk. "Show her!" Steve said nodding for me to look at my precious white princess. I looked down as she looked up with her most winning Eskie smile...and gasped! "What happened to you?" I asked as I surveyed her mottled neck, blackened ruff, clumpy leg fur and matted shoulder. She tapped me to ask for a treat. Quinn came in and stood next to Steve; both of them stared at White Dog and shook their heads. (Quinn was perfectly clean)! Then I got a whiff..."You smell like a garbage dump," then, turning to Steve, "What did you let her get into?" Steve put up his hands in self defense. "White Dog was helping me plant the tomatoes and I harvested some of the compost we have been brewing all winter. I spread it out in the yard and thought I had raked all the "chunks" out. Apparently I missed some really good stuff because the minute I turned my back a certain White Dog was rolling and wallowing in it like a prize-winning Kansas hog!" Quinn woofed so that I would know he was not the White Dog to whom Steve referred. So THE White Dog was carried (at arm's length) and unceremoniously bathed in the tub to rid her coat of the compost as well as the stink. To show her dissatisfaction after, she shook out her coat all over Steve and sprawled full-length and damp on our bed pillows.