Just when I think he might be settling down into a calm and contented middle age Red Rocket reminds me that his streak of puppy mischief will never die. Thankfully, this time his antics did not involve the consumption of chocolate and a race to the veterinary emergency hospital. But I must confess, on the scale of unpleasant nasal experiences chocolate dog puke ranks lower than deer excrement... Here is His Majesty, on the last night of his Texas Spring Break vacation, participating in the canine version of a wet T-shirt contest after sneaking away from the family campfire and rolling in deer poop.
The beloved Puppy Dog once snuck off and rolled in fish bait--a mixture of fermented ickiness. It was a looooong ride home together. Red Rocket, your Monmy still loves you, that's why she's giving you a bath. ;)
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