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Mud, mud

So this dog has to chase frisbees regardless of the weather. Rain, hail, sleet snow. No matter. Oh, the rain. Lots of rain = lots of mud. And weimaraner feet are like plows through the mud. And the wind, it takes the frisbees in unintended directions. Like through the garden. And this dog, she just goes wherever in hot pursuit of her beloved frisbee. Even through the garden.


This was AFTER I wiped her off with the only thing I could find inside the door. Sorry about your shirt, Christopher.