With today being the official first day of Spring I thought it would be appropriate to share a throwback video of me getting as dirty as possible on the farm. You know, in honor of all the springtime mud thats here!
It’s not Spring unless you get dirty!
What kind of dirt does your dog track in this time of year? 
Over the weekend I visited my ponies on the farm. It was muddy and wet and oh so much fun!
I even had a little fun digging for critters!
What kind of fun did you have this weekend?
It’s been raining in Pennsylvania A LOT, like as in thunderstorms most nights and sometimes all day long. But it’s also been hot hot hot. So while I hate that the rain sometimes puts a damper on my plans, I’m loving that it’s created a personal puddle on the farm just for me to cool off in.
It may not be crystal clear waters, but it’s the perfect place to cool off, and maybe fetch a few sticks in too.
With just a couple more inches of rain I’d have to slap on my life vest and call it my own personal swimming puddle.
If anyone needs me I’ll be dipping my paws into my personal puddle, and dreaming I’m at the beach chasing crabs out to sea! Keep cool friends!
The dirt between my toes tells a story.
A story of adventures had and the most fun a little dachshund boy can have in his own backyard.
I mean come on, just check out the smile on my face!
Sometimes I’m completely perplexed as to how I land myself in the bathtub at the end of the day. However, this was not one of those times.
See last week the ponies had a new “obstacle” set up in the arena that I just couldn’t keep my paws off of.
It’s enticing “dirtiness” and tunneling capabilities were just calling my name.
And when Boomerang pointed out that I had a little something on my face – I knew my trip to the bathtub was inevitable.
Sigh. At least smelling like sunshine again isn’t all that bad.
Etsy Update: My Painting Pony friends have added some new items to our online shop. Click here to check out the newest paintings created by my pal Minnow the Painting Pony!
Last night when I was hanging out on the farm I decided that the ponies were looking a bit dusty. With all the rain we had on Tuesday the ponies had taken it upon themselves to roll like little piggies in all the mud puddles. I have to say I was a bit jealous I missed out on the fun.
So, I did what any amazing farm dog would do, I decided to give my pony friends a good brushing.
I readied my brush box with all the necessary tools.
And I picked out the very best brushes for the job.
All was going well until Minnow reminded me that I don’t have hands, nor am I tall enough to reach much past the ponies’ knees. Sigh. You win this one minnow……. you win this one.