120 pounds of lazy dog leapt towards the steep incline as an unspecified something burrowed in. *scrabble, scrabble - stuff nose into ground*
After an hour of scratching and sliding down the incline after some varmit of indeterminate origin--pretty puppy was pooped. She trotted proudly into the house; her normally black nose completely brown due to mud. I do believe Life has reverted to her "country dog" ways.
Both of the dogs seem to really like it here. Lots to smell. :)
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