Will and I packed up to head back home. In the course of packing, we noticed a nice bulldog stain on one of the beds and carpet. So, I got to scrub vomit. Then, before we could load up, they took their potty break. And Stella struck again. I had the joy of pulling the grass out of her hiney that was stuck (very carefully, of course).
Once in the car, we were serenaded by the many noises of three bulldogs...burps...snoring...and passing gas. Fortunately windows roll down so we can get breaths of fresh air!
They got all dirty and stinky playing around at camp, so the day couldn't end without the back breaking task of bathing ALL three of them. Then, that means you have to wash beds and blankets, and all the bulldogs stuff. I'm happy it smells like clean dogs around here.
I'm so blessed to be a bulldog mom. They can't say the words, but I know they love me :) They test my patience and my sanity some days, but life would be mighty boring (and quiet) without them.
|Sarge & Stella|
|Sarge & T-Bone|
|T-Bone & Stella|