No wait.
Not that sensible. He still managed to get disgustingly filthy on our walk through the woods this afternoon.
The first photo is just the start of the general yukkiness, he got far worse than this.
He's being presented with his KC gold medal tonight
so I was trying to keep him relatively clean. FAIL!!!
Oh well, if you can't get mucky on your birthday, when can you? At least he tried to wash it off.
After all that exercise there's nothing better than a little nap on the sofa. Hang on…we said we wouldn't let him on the sofa! When did he start getting away with that? Oh yes, ages ago when he gave me the old sad eye. Got me wrapped round his little finger he has, that dog.
Happy birthday, Bentley.
Thank you, Janice for letting us share our lives with him. Every single day is better for having him in our lives - even when he's muddy.
