Despite his love of running around in muddy, yucky lakes and bays, he did not particularly like the pool. He went in with his favorite person, then decided that he must exit immediately.
Mingus, please don't knock over the beer! That would be a huge party foul!
Then, he did his curious post water ritual of smearing his wet, doggy body onto everything and anything. I had to chase him away from the house, so instead he went for the pile of sand. Much better?
After he sufficiently impregnated his coat with sand, he became Hyper Dog! If anyone knows why dogs get the zoomies and run around like caffeinated freaks after they get wet, please clue me in.
Yeah, these are still Arizona photos. I need to take some new pictures of the whole crew. Perhaps they can model some more knitted goods since I seem to be cranking out the FOs.