I think it is a dog thing. I send my babies out to the groomer. When they come home, all nice and clean and sweet-smelling, with little bows in their hair, they rush en masse to the back lawn and start rubbing their faces in the grass and scooting their bodies along. They roll and wiggle and eventually come to the kitchen door, grass and bits of vegetation in their hair, bows bedraggled, and big doggie grins on their faces. They are just too funny for words! |