Thursday, December 25, 2014
Jack the dirty dog
Jack slipped out the door this afternoon as we were bringing groceries in the house, and when he returned later, he bounded inside with his feet absolutely filthy with black, foul-smelling mud, tracking footprints all over the wood floor.
Here he looks properly embarrassed as I try to clean him up. I don't think he likes having people clean his feet, because he slipped away and back out the door. I chased him up to the street and found him stopped, stark-still, at the top.
He was staring up the road to where two deer were standing, just near the drainage culvert. They stood as still as he, and stared at him.
So that's where he was - chasing deer through the ravine.