I was out at Balsam Lake at Doreen’s place working my dogs and it was a blast. Shorty and I were concentrating on putting the ducks in a figure 8 around two cones set out for us. Shorty was exuberant at a job well done, and with all my praise joyfully found himself a nice fresh pile of cow poo. As the summer heat continued to bake this batch of steaming pie rising up in the air, Shorty threw himself down, sliding right through. From his head to his butt he had managed to become slathered in green goop. It covered his left eye as he look out at me, wiggling and jubilant with joy.

Oh, lordy no but he was not getting near me. No way, no how!