We're In Trouble

We live on a hill. We dogs quite enjoy having a hill in the back yard. It offers lots of fun things to do.

But living on a hill can present some problems, too. For instance if drivers are going too fast or aren't paying attention, they can run off the end of the street right into our fence. It's happened four times since the fence was put up. No one has been hurt but that's the reason we put up these posts filled with concrete. If someone hits them, it may damage their car, but it should protect us from a car coming thru our fence.

Another problem with living on a hill is something called erosion. It means that our yard is trying to move down the hill all by itself. Dad put this block wall up to try to keep the yard in place. We helped him. It slowed the erosion down but didn't stop it.

So almost every year Dad buys some dirt to fill in places that have gotten bare and to go along the fence where rabbits and moles have dug holes and also to fix the places where Tess and Bailey and Sydney hunt for underground creatures.

Last week a man in a big noisy truck brought this big pile of dirt for Dad to move around. Every day he fills his wheelbarrow and fixes spots in the yard that need fixing. Then he smooths the dirt out and plants some grass seeds.

Well today that loud noise you all heard at your houses was our Dad yelling at us. You see he sent Tess and Lola and Bailey and Noah and Norma Jean and Sebastian and Sydney and Mac out to play this morning while he and Mom had a second cup of coffee. Only Morgan and I stayed inside with our peeps. 

After he drank his coffee he went outside to check on everybody and that's when the yelling started. The whole group had rolled in the fresh dirt and  some of them dug big holes too. They were all covered with dirt and mud.

After he yelled at them, he took them into the garage and all the long haired dogs got baths and the short haired dogs got rinsed off. It took a long time and Dad got soaking wet and the bathtub got all muddy.

Now Dad says the Water Dogs can't go out unless a human goes along to watch them. I guess he forgot that he's the one  who thought it was a good idea to put them out there in the first place. Peeps sure are strange.

Your clean pal, Fudge