Dirty Little Heathens

So my pristine clean corgwn whom I carefully groomed and cleaned last night managed to escape from the grasp of my mother this morning and go hind hunting in our back pasture. They came back with sticky stinky coats. And in one hour we are supposed to present ourselves to the elderly at a local nursing home. And I haven't seen my friend Archie there for months and I always enjoy our sporting dogs chats. Snort.

It reminds me of gray ponies. I think God just loves to laugh so he made the majority of show ponies snow white. At least that is the color they are supposed to be. I have seen grooms in tears who after having gotten up at 2 am to meticulously scrub, groom, whiten and brighten a 12 hand pony and then having achieved perfection cover said pony in blankets from muzzle to hoof (garbage bags are handy here) so that they can run to the bathroom come back in five minutes to a pony that has pulled a houdini and has managed to smear green manure from neck to hip on their glittering white coat.