Went to shoot an old barn and farmhouse with a friend. Bailey came along and so glad I put a sweater on her. Originally put on because I would rather have weeds stick to the sweater then tangle in her hair. Well...she wasn't all about the sweater and kept rolling...in mud. Face was a mess and her legs...oh...if I could have held her out the window on the way home with no harm to her...I would have. She was a mud ball, I ended up being a mud ball. I am clean, she is clean, sweater is clean, the rig...well...not yet. She had a grand time, and that is what counts.