We went to visit our Long Island family this weekend. Cooper and Otis love to visit Grandma and run in her large fenced yard.
When we arrived, the dogs went into the backyard and raced around kicking up snow as they ran. After a few minutes Otis ran up the deck stairs and stood peering into the kitchen. Oti looked pitiful, panting and pleading with big sad eyes to be let inside.
Both dogs came inside and were later let out for one last chance to run free before leaving. Oti did not want to go out, when his people were inside. Cooper on the other hand raced out the door.
30 minutes later I looked outside and knew there was trouble. The pure white snow was now brown with mud. I called to Coop and he raced over, covered in dirt. His legs, belly, chest and ears were caked with mud.
I went over to look at the muddy area and there was a hole a foot deep! I have no idea what Coop smelled that made him dig or if he was just bored.
There was no way Cooper could get into a car. Since the outside faucets are shut off for the winter, I grabbed a bucket of water and tried to clean most of the dirt off him.
Cooper left Long Island in disgrace. I am not sure if he will be welcomed back at Grandma's. At a minimum, Coop can no longer be allowed unsupervised time in the yard.
We will be going back to LI in the spring to fix the lawn. This time the dogs may stay home.
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