A Dog’s Life

After licking drippings from beneath the grill Cleo smelled like last week’s swordfish. An hour ago I shampooed her with phosphate-free and lake-friendly castile soap while she jumped off the dock retrieving sticks.  As soon as she came out of the water she rolled joyously in the dirt.  This is what she looks like now:

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