It is starting to feel - dare I say it? - like spring outside in Iowa! (But shh, don't acknowledge it or we might scare it away.) The snow has finally melted, leaving only a few slushy patches in our backyard. And poop...there's always more poop than I expect there to be buried under all that snow. It's like the moisture causes it to multiply or something.
I'm thankful for the warmer temperatures, but I've gotta say, guys...I don't understand how spring could be anyone's favorite season. I'm not sure what spring is like outside of the Midwest, but here, everything is dirty, moist, and brown. (Rereading that last phrase made me gag a little bit, but I'm leaving it.) Mud is everywhere. And, like many mischievous dogs, Riley is loving it.
We do our best to keep him from going near muddy patches in the backyard, but here is Riley's regular routine when he goes outside:
2. Pee on one very specific leaf
3. Sniff the urine-soaked leaf
4. Perk his ears at a passing car/person/bicycle/squirrel
5. Snuffle and sniff some more
8. Circle again
10. If he considers the passing cars/people/bicycles/squirrels to be worthy, he might try to intimidate them by scuffing dirt over his turds. Lately he's been doing it with just pee as well. He stares directly at whatever his target may be, then, with a smug look on his face (can a dog look smug?), digs his back legs into the ground and flings grass absolutely everywhere. It's super awkward when his target is our next-door neighbors. I don't think they're all that impressed with his poop-covering skills.
Riley may not succeed in intimidating anyone, but he sure does succeed in making a mess. The ground has been disgusting and mucky, so he regularly comes inside half-covered in mud. The pristine-looking little raincoat in the photo above has been through the wash 3 times just this past weekend! At least it's not poop he's flinging...I don't think. Spring makes it so hard for me to tell what's poop and what's mud!