It's spring!

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It's springtime, friends!

We are spending lots of time outside. Here are some pictures of Cyrus that my person thinks are cute. 

What about pictures of ME?

What's your weather doing, friends?

Crate is great?

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Cyrus really seems to like his crate-dens. Since Nature is making rain today, I thought I would try them. I tried the one in the office, and I tried the one in the bedroom, but I don't know what the big deal is. They seem kind of boring to me...

Do you like crate-dens, friends?

Pee Ess I used to sleep in a crate-den all the time. But now I sleep on the Bed in the spare room. I have earned this privilege because I am old, friends. But also because I behave very nicely at night! 

Lagoon + flowers = small ball

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We took Cyrus to the Lagoon! 

And then we spent a long time in a big field that had flowers in it! And mice! And bunnies!

Then we went home, and Cyrus turned himself into a Very Small Ball for the rest of the afternoon!

This was an accident

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This was an accident. 

I accidentally lay too close to Cyrus.

And then Cyrus rolled over and accidentally cuddled me.

This was purely an accident.

Mud No Mud

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We live in a place where the weather is MUD for more than half of the year.

I am a Black Dog. My fur hides the mud. 

Cobi was a Brown Dog. Her fur hid the mud. (Except for her paws, which were light and always told on her when she'd been wading in mud puddles.)

Pepper was a Black Dog. His fur hid the mud.

But Cyrus is a Mostly-White Dog.

What was our person thinking???

Friends, I don't think you can see the level of the problem. Cyrus' legs are BROWN MUD. Cyrus' tummy is BROWN MUD. Cyrus' chest is BROWN MUD.

Even the top of his head has brown mud on it!

But here's the thing... It only takes about three hours, and then Cyrus is dry and the mud is GONE.

How does that happen? I still have mud on ME! Where did Cyrus' mud go?

(Our person says that Cyrus has a coat like a silken windhound, which means that his coat is like something called teflon... whatever that is. When he dries, all the mud falls off!)

(Our person also says that this is why we have the weird-vacuum-robot-thing that goes around the house in circles, sucking up the dirt and mopping the floors!)

More pawtraits!

 Us. In Forest. With liver treats.

This is a good story, don't you think?

He's touching ME!

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He's touching ME? No, that can't be right. How did that happen?

Wait! It happened AGAIN?

And AGAIN?!? 

How is this happening, friends!??