The Dirt on Dogs

I'm always amazed at how much dirt a dog drags into the house. Today I swept the kitchen floor in preparation to wash it. I went to the garage to get the dustpan and brush to sweep up the hill (small mountain) of dirt that I had collected. By the time I got back to the kitchen, Ray had come in from outside and was splayed out in the middle of the kitchen floor, panting. I was grateful that he had not, as is to be expected, laid in my pile of dirt. There was, however, a rather substantial trail of leaf debris and other yard oddments leading from the sliding glass door to where he was laying in the kitchen.

I swept up my dirt pile, dumped it in the trash, then used the brush to gently sweep bits of leaves and sticks off of my dog. Ray, disgusted at being disturbed, got up, walked into the living room, and collapsed with his usual put-upon groan. I grabbed my bucket and mop and quickly washed the kitchen floor. By the time the floor was dry, it needed to be swept again.