Found Mud & Took It All Home
“Life is more fun, playing in the mud”
I am pretty sure the day we picked the biggest pup in the litter - the most independent one, the one that had an ‘air’ about him, the one that was not snuggly - the one that escaped and took off on an adventure all on his own four paws - I knew we had a future soaked in mud.
I wasn’t wrong.
While we are still working on the art that is Life As A Picture Dog, a very scholarly pursuit - we also have begun to collect a series of anecdotes - Field Notes from a HemiDog, if you will;
water will eat you.
when your stick escapes, one must cling tightly to rocks in order to lean precariously over the deep end, while staring longingly at your lost stick
white paws are not a thing
the thunk of a ball thrown far is the sound of joy
the only way to truly play is to throw oneself headlong into every bush, kitchen cupboard, mud puddle, tree, path, long grass, dirt, leaves… and then roll on it
to fully experience a new thing, one must put it in ones mouth and then excitedly shove it in your humans face - as they must also know about this new thing
only decorate in grass stains
bikes probably taste real good
cars probably taste even better
small, running, shrieking children probably taste the best
Oh - and lastly, the joy of mud must be shared, because well, life is definitively more fun when you get your paws dirty..
