The other day I took the little man outside to enjoy yet another glorious afternoon. I put him down on “high ground" in the grass, but try as I might I could not keep the kid up there. My son was determined to investigate the big puddles across the way. So I relented, because he is, after all, a boy and boys are supposed to be smelly and dirty and gross (or so I hear).
Devon certainly made the most of his freedom- wandering from one puddle to the next to the next.
He got a pretty good workout in.
He had a pretty great time. I wish I could say the same for the dog.
He got a little stressed.
And annoyed.
This might have contributed to the problem.
He’s just a little emotional sometimes.
He did cheer up considerably once I let him join in on the fun. I don’t know how that blind dog does it, but he always manages to find a nice big mud hole to stretch out in.
My three muddy boys! (They were temporarily banned from the house)
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