Muddy Monday–3/11

Well, you knew it had to happen. After all, there’s mud EVERYWHERE!

How do you like my mud beard? Pretty neat, huh?Sage with mud beard ©

Many of you ask about a bath afterwards. Sometimes that happens, but Mom’s pretty sneaky sometimes. I often get my bath by swimming in a clean pond not too far from this mud-hole (which, by the way, is my fave). This time, I fell down on my job of retrieving a lost ball, so she found a stick and threw it many times out into the pond. Of course, I play along with her strategy, because not only do I get rid of the mud, but even the stink comes off! And I don’t have to have a bath.


And bringing it back is a cinch…I even had help!

Then, today of all days (since it’s Muddy Monday), my bud Oz over at Oz the Terrier wrote a limerick about me! You should go visit Oz…March is limerick month over at his site and he’s got some good ones! Thanks, Oz!!

It goes like this:

There once was a mix of Collie and Kelpie
who obviously needed some help-y.
Loved to wallow in mud
and become covered in crud
then during baths got whiny and yelp-y.

Muddy Monday Mischief

It was a really nice day today…67 degrees F (19.4 C)…with a high cloud cover. AND, no rain. A perfect day for 1000 Acres. Mom must have thought so too, especially after I dug a second hole in the yard…. 🙂

The meadows are made for racing as fast as I can and I sure did. I know you’re expecting to see me in all my muddy glory, but somehow it didn’t work out. Not that I didn’t see plenty of these.I think it was the timing, but I’m not telling Mom that, so keep it a big secret! She mistakenly thinks I’m growing up (I’ll be 3-years old in 3 weeks) and I’m letting her stay in her delusional state…it’s easier that way.

We made our way out to the Columbia River. I HAD to do some swimming, after all. When we were at this same spot a couple of months ago, it was nothing but beach! What a difference a few months (and some rain) makes!

We walked along the river for a bit and found a couple of funny structures. Branches and sticks were cut up and made a funny shelter. I though maybe the sticks were for throwing out in the water so their dog could go fetch (like I do), but Mom said they were duck blinds. I didn’t know ducks were blind…..

The human who made this one even brought his own seat and left some very interesting smells.


I was glad no one was there. They might have thought I was a duck!



I didn’t want to disappoint you with no Muddy Monday picture, so I dug one up just for you! Remember this?
Mom entered me in a Foundation/Wahl® Dirty Dog contest and they’re picking the top 25 contestants on November 9. If I make it to this level, I’ll let you know and hope you’ll go vote for me. There’s $5,000 going to the Oregon Humane Shelter (where Mom & Dad rescued me) if I win!

Mischief Monday: A Color Change

I wondered what I’d look like with a little more brown in my furs. My first thought was M..U..D. (That’s brown, you know, and I have to spell it because Mom gets the hose out whenever I mention it.) But, it’s summer and mud is just NOT there. Or so I thought.

As promised, we went to 1000 Acres–my favorite place in the whole world (at least for today). I love to race there…Mom says I’m like a Springbok bouncing over the grasses. She’s trying to snap a picture, but I’m pretty elusive. One day, I tell her.

Anyhow, to get back to my new coloration. It’s an art, you know. And you have to make sure the right furs are properly covered. I think I did a pretty good job!

Mom said I even got the tips of my ears! Way to go!!!

Don’t you think I look good with a little more brown????



Oh, wait.

NO, Mom. Not the hose…….

If It’s Monday, It’s Muddy!

There’s been plenty of rain here lately and I know some of you are wondering “Where’s the mud?” Never fear, I won’t let you down. Although Mom was scratching her head the other day (when we went to Mt. Tabor) — I found several mud pits and DIDN’T wallow in them. I was so clean that I even surprised myself!

But not this time. No sirree! There was mud galore out at 1000 Acres and I wasn’t going to waste a minute!

This is always my first and most mud-productive puddle. I've had some of my best wallows here.

I was sorta a "fountain of mud".

Moving on, I found a ball but the puddle took first place.

I thought I'd stir it up a bit at this point. Wave action is good for the skin, but only when it's combined with mud. At least, that's what I think!

And, of course, you have to shake off some of the excess.

What's that, Mom? I'm the Queen of Mud?

I guess there could be worse titles……

I’ll catch up with you in a day or two after Mom recovers from a little minor surgery. I’m going to spend my time practicing “therapy dog”!

Tag! I’m It (with a little mud thrown in for good measure).

Yep, that’s what’s happened. Misty Shores Chesapeakes tagged us and now I’m in the hot seat (so to speak). I have to answer 10 questions….how hard is that? Ummm, well, I guess we’ll see.

1.  Describe yourself in 7 words.  (Mom came up with these..not me!)

Crazy, sweet, energetic, happy, loving, ball-obsessed, mud-loving2. What keeps you up at night?

Really? Not much. I’m generally the last one up, unless I hear the food bowl being filled.

3. Who would you like to be?

That’s not hard! I’m happy to be me, especially if I get to wallow a bit in the mud.4. What are you wearing right now?

My necklace. It’s not very stylish, but serves the purpose.

5. What scares you?

Dogs that bully me. Dogs that I don’t know, who get in my face. Toby, when he can’t get up the steps–I HATE it, just hate it.

6. The best and worst of blogging.

I love, love, love all my furiends I’ve met out there! You are the BEST. Worst? Kicking Mom off the computer so I see what you guys are up to. Geez

7. The last website I visited.

Well, Misty Shores Chesapeakes, of course. Where else would I get these questions?

8. What is one thing I would change about myself.

You’ve gotta be kidding? Maybe achieving penthouse status in the *cat* tree, but I’m stuck with the condo, I’m afraid.

9. Slankets yes or no.

What’s a Slanket? We have home-made quilts here, thank you very much!

10. Tell us something about the dog that tagged you.

Well, they are a whole bunch of Chesapeakes–Cheyenne, Riva, Maia, and Titan–who are full of adventure and fun. And the puppies….oh, my, that was such a momentous time. Riva birthed eight adorable puppies! And we watched their growing up and eventual journey to new homes. I’ve enjoyed every minute of this blog! Which reminds me of my journey to my new home–with Mom and Dad. I’m glad I’m here!

Yep, that’s me!

Oh, Pee Ess: I think I should do some taggin’ now. I probably will tag some of you that have been there, done that. Just link to your earlier post! Easy, huh?

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Muddy Monday

Yes, it happened. I found mud. Glorious mud. I bet you were worried. Me? Not so much. There were several mud puddles out at 1000 Acres. I did have to do a little work, though. It was full of this ice stuff.
I made short work of that!
I’ve taken lessons on forging through the ice–sorta like an ice-breaker.
There is no way I won’t, at least, try for some mud.


Like the snow, it was pretty puny…..

Muddy Monday

It’s hard to top some of my Muddy Mondays, but this was an especially good one! We went to 1000 Acres (always a good spot for mud) on a glorious day. And it’s only early January AND in the Pacific Northwest where it’s suppose to rain all winter. Sort of a weird year so far. The sky was blue and it was almost shirt-sleeve weather. At least for the humans. Personally, I’ve been working on getting rid of some of my coat for the past couple of weeks! I guess that’s why Mom is sweeping so much….

When we first got there, I’m ready. Look out–let the herding begin!! But, I digress. I know you are really wanting to know how muddy I got. It doesn’t take a big mud-puddle. No sirree.

I haven’t quite figured out why I love mud so much, but I thought a good wallow is the right way to go.And then a shake offOops, Mom. I didn’t mean to cover you too 🙂We headed for the Sandy River. It was so clear and clean and WET! Mom even got in and cleaned off her Sloggers (that’s her boots, in case you were wondering).I had another good shake off (don’t worry, I still had to have a bath this time).I hope you notice I created my very own rainbow!

And then, on the way back, we checked out the snow on Mt. Hood. I think all those snowboarders and skiers are not happy this year.

Nero, over at Nero’s Post and Patch awarded me the Collies Choice Award! Nero helps his Mom with her beautiful quilting (and much more) on a magical Greek island. We have loved this blog for a long time and it’s is well worth reading! This award was started by The Collies of The Meadow a really sweet and lovely blog about these gorgeous collies. There are no rules, just that the blog we award this to is a well written one, which frankly, is a whole lot of you!

So, since I can only pass this on to one of you, I would like to bestow this lovely award to my pal, Sophie.She’s a labradoodle that lives in Nova Scotia and loves the water and balls and running and lots of stuff I love too.


Muddy Monday and Olive

I have to tell you, this will be a long story. So, pull up a chair and get ready! Mom and I went to 1000 Acres (my favorite place in the whole world) the other day. AND yesterday. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here I am–just little ol’ me.I was a bit bored–my buds Caly and Tucker weren’t there. So, any stick in a storm, so they say….I tried to stir up some action, but something was missing. UNTIL…

I rounded a corner and there she was! Olive. Another Australian Kelpie/Border Collie.
I’ve always heard that when you meet another of your breed, you just know it. The chemistry was there!We both love the water! Sticks (or balls, if we had one). Doing “little dog” (that’s what Mom calls it when we go into the herding stance). Just being dogs. And having fun!

I think I stayed in the water longer–it was cold, let me tell you! But when there’s someone throwing sticks, what do you do? Mom made me get out though. She said it was a bit too cold and I was shivering. Nothing that a little running will take care of!So, we played a little tug-a-war in the mud. Can you tell which is me? We mosey’d on a bit up the trail together. Running and chasing and playing. Then we had to go home 😦
But! Back we went yesterday! This time with Tucker & Caly. The water had really come up in just a week–this is the same pond we were at with Olive and there was no way we could have gotten to the trail we took last week. So, there I was. In the water again!

What else is new? Right?

I rounded a bend, and there she was! Olive!!Here we both are. Olive hadn’t been in the water yet, so it was a dead give-away. I think I was a little muddy…Tucker was eyeing Mom’s treat bag :).You ask? Dirty? Where would little ol’ me get dirty?Happy Muddy Monday everyone!!

And a very Happy New Year–may it be filled with mud….

Muddy Monday

I TOLD you I’d be back with a Muddy Monday, and, here it is! Not my finest (check this one out–my benchmark for best mudding), but up there. There has to be a mud puddle and it has to be when we first get to 1000 Acres. Seriously, I’m to pooped after Mom runs me to DEATH and I swim and swim (she says to get that mud off, but really…….). Here I go…There’s the initial lay downthe head dunkand the finale’All good things must come to an end, but there’s a trail ahead.

Off to the river everyone!!

The mud was gone and I SCORED–no bath. Can you believe it?

(Mom says the Sandy was really clean and took all my mud away–I think she’s just sneaky)

Muddy Monday

The rains have started and you know what that means! M. U. D. mud. Glorious mud. There aren’t any mud-puddles yet, but there’s no shortage of water at 1000 Acres. And we were on the prowl looking for some. Mom didn’t like the looks of this water, so we weren’t allowed to stay in this pond. Too icky, she said.  So, we forged onward and found a new trail through some ghostly looking trees. Tucker & I decided this was a pretty weird place. But it led us to a small hole filled with water. I was in it in a nano-second! What is there about water that’s so wonderful?But this isn’t the end of our adventure! We slogged on (I like that word–it’s what we do) and all of a sudden. There is was. The Columbia! Well, a small inlet of it. Come on, guys. Get a move on–I want to go swimming! We didn’t have a ball, so Caly and I started swimming for sticks. There’s always a lot around.Except she brought back both of them! That’s OK with me–I give up my ball or stick if someone else wants it. But don’t worry, I got my share.That’s what we do.