So Mom has been talking about mustard since I first came home. Every time that Miss Mimi and Cabana had pictures of the wonderful yellow flowers, Mom started talking about it again. When I first came, I was too little to go see what this mustard stuff was. Mom kept saying she hoped it was still there when I had all my big dog shots and could go. Then, they kept mowing down the fields of mustard that were in a safe place to go for pictures. Cabana got pictures. But, then the field would get mowed. Mom loves this stuff, but lots of people thing that its a weed. It grows everywhere, but most places are next to roads with fast cars zooming by or on the other side of fences. Now, Mom is not opposed to jumping a fence, but barbed wire isn't all that inviting! But look how pretty it is!
Mom had big dreams of mustard flowers all around my face. My big black head surrounded by yellow glory. Well, all I have to say is that it is a good thing she didn't find any sooner! That stuff is way taller than it looks when you are zooming by in the car! Mustard by my face?!?! Ha! Maybe if I had some nice stilts to stand on! Somehow, I don't think that stilts are a GDB-approved toy for me! So, we did what we could to get the pictures of Mom's dreams.
See! WAY taller than me! People are always telling me how big I am - here I look like an itty bitty peanut next to the mustard!
To get her so called "money shot" Mom had to step on the mustard to get it by my face. Nice Mom. Kill the plants to get your picture.
OK, can we be done now? This is not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be! And, really - this ground is kinda muddy and gushy under my bottom! You keep telling me "bottom on the ground! Bottom on the ground!" Let's try YOU putting YOUR bottom on the ground in this mush Mom! OK. Fine. One more picture in my puppy coat. Just for you Mom.
There? Happy now?? Wait! I kinda like that one! I look like a big dog there! How is it that a puppy coat can make me look so grown up?!? Maybe we can go back for some more pictures!
Wags and Wiggles,