Okay, see, I think the "mud thing" is just so much fun, I try to do it a couple of times a day and especially after I have just had a bath.
But I am confused. My sisters just turn and walk in the house when I start digging in the rose garden - and my brother, Ziggy The Snitch, rats me out before I can get that really big hole dug. Don't they know how much fun this is? How come they don't want to do this too? And why does Ziggy The Snitch tell on me before I can finish a nice deep soupy hole?
Ya know, you have to pay big bucks for this at Two Bunch Palms! It is the same dirt and the same water, after all. So come on over and lemme give you a mud bath, too!
*wink* I don't even care that I get called Pesty Ross when I get... uh....what's another word for "caught"?
I find gardening very relaxing!
