Peaches apparently didn't get the message that I was suppose to be treated like a queen. I open the back door this morning to find four paws entrenched in mud. I start wiping the paws and realize her whole belly and chest is caked in mud. Two options at this point...leave the dog muddy until Scott gets home...and have a house and a dog to clean up or give the dog a bath immediately. I went for option 2. So, I drug Peaches up the stairs, into the bathroom, forced her into the bathtub, and gave her a bath. I was quick about it, but I was rather tired and ended up rather sore from the experience. I didn't have the energy to grab the camera and take a picture of this mess. I went through my pics and found one of Peaches in one of her more angelic, looking very pathetic moments. She clearly has a "ruff" life.
I took a rather long nap following the bath, ate a late lunch, and managed to fit in a short walk around the neighborhood. It felt good to be outside in the warm, sunshine. And no, I didn't take the dogs with me.
I'm looking forward to a couple more days of rest and hoping I have some time to enjoy the beautiful weather.
