Obi, Chessie, and I just came in from the rain. For the first time ever, Chessie had decided it was time to go in. I think he may suspect, like I do, that there is a connection between the scooping up mud in his mouth with the ball, and his reoccurring diarrhea.
When we came in, I dried them both off with a towel, then I laid a towel down next to me on the floor next to the desk. A few minutes ago, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked over to find Chessie using the towel to wipe his own feet, before he went and laid in his clean bed. I think that is pretty darn awesome!
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