This is Hope! If there is a swamp or mud puddle around, she’ll find it, and languish in the middle of it, only to emerge a black bloody mess. I told my pal Rochelle, I’d be forced to carry her around if I had to deal with her white body being covered in mud on a regular basis. Well, look what Quincy did today!
Yep, went to jump across a ditch, misjudged it, and went right in. Okay, it wasn’t on purpose, but I still think he was channeling his love interest next door. I knocked on Rochelle’s door and told her to come see Quincy. It takes a Village they say. Rochelle got the hose going, I held Quincy who whined through the whole thing and tried to bolt.
Here he is after what he perceived as waterboarding I’m quite certain. Needless to say, he won’t be off leash near that ditch again. Notice how green the grass is. It’s more like spring than the beginning of December. I’m not complaining one bit. Maybe Quincy had spring fever after all. This snowflake business just doesn’t fit! I think I’ll shut it off. 😜