Cleanliness is far from Dogliness.

I was looking back through some of last season’s pics the other day, and came across this one:

I stared at this pic for a while, remembering that fine fall day with a good friend in Montana. But more than anything, the sheer unbridled, unashamed joy of a dog covered in mud brought the smile to my face. It was a great day to be alive, for both of us. And at the end of the day, whether the game bag is full or empty, what more can you ask for?

2 thoughts on “Cleanliness is far from Dogliness.”

  1. The other day, I watched my GSP Calvin go down a cliff in the Los Padres NF, and when he stayed on point for a good two minutes, I had to call him off. I wasn’t going down there, as it was the start of a 500 ft. drop-off. He started a landslide, and went down with it, and I thought we’d lost him. He scampered up to the top of that cliff, all covered in dust and dirt, panting to beat the band, but definitely a happy camper. Turned out he was all scratched up on one leg, but he kept on hunting back to the truck, even though I tried to keep him next to me. I did first aid on his leg, and saw he was cut through the skin, but he never complained. He got a couple hamburgers added to the dogfood I gave him on the way back to town, and a bath before he could enter the house. He finally started limping after the bath, but he slept the next day, and is a running fool again. Such spirit, you have to take your hat off to them.

  2. There’s nothing like having the love of a dog…and watching them love the world. Unbridled joy, as you say. The photo and your writing….you captured it perfectly, Bruce.

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