On a recent walk, Caeli found some animal poo and did her best to cover up her black and white spots.
"You're getting the hose," I told her, even though it wasn't quite warm enough for outdoor baths.
But she stood, stoically, not moving, as I hosed her off, lathered her coat, and rinsed her off. If only the horses stood so still at bath time.
Because she was wet, I thought it best to let her dry off in the outdoor kennel.
She thought it best to dig. When dirt met wet hair, it became mud.
So, I rinsed her off again.
Not to be outdone, a day later, Raven, the two-year-old, was making a racket in her crate while I was working in my office.
When I came downstairs, I found this:
I didn't ask why she'd draped the towel over her back. I just opened the crate door and took photos.