Yesterday, we went to 1000 Acres in search of mud. Well, I did any way. Mom said I needed some major run time because I was getting a little crazy. Tucker and I play a good game of “show-the-teeth” and, this time, left Caly way behind. We even picked up a few extra furiends in this race. 
On through the grasses we went, racing and tumbling and then racing some more. It sure felt good!
Tunnels are one of my most favoritest agility things and every chance I get, in I go. (You’ll have to pardon the bad picture quality–Mom forgot her camera and had to use her phone. I think she needs to get a new one.) 
We followed a deer trail down into the grasses. It was pretty soggy, but still no mud. What’s up with that? Further and further we went.
And then, there it was! A mud-hole! Except there wasn’t much mud. Okay, okay–it’s a pretty puny excuse for real M..U..D.
I did have to have a bath afterwards, but it was worth it–don’tcha think?
