Bad decision.
When I got to the back door, Karal was mud from nostrils to the tip of her tail. She was still wet when I let her out back and my guess was she chose to role in the garden to coat herself with the earthly smell she much more preferred. I was like, "ugh," and then spent a while washing her again and cleaning the tub. It was a mess.
Life. I suppose it's about covering up our natural tendencies, but the instincts will always kick in, no matter what creature we are. We're dirty, messy, impossible, and not meant to be clean in a civilized way. She is in my house to remind me of this. We're not always meant to be contained, cleansed, orderly, and fit for the indoors. Sometimes, we simply need to be covered in mud - that is our instinct.
After the 2nd washing, I took her to the garage to stay before leashing her up for a long walk to dry. That was much better and more successful. I didn't get as much fur off of her as Cynde and Mike did Max (their ball of shedding fur), but it was a significant amount. It filled a quarter of the bathroom garbage can and it took quite a while to spray down the mud and mop the floors.
Oh, dog ownership. It never ceases to amaze me...such a reminder of what life is really about.
