It was never hard to make Kylie happy..

..and it was even easier for her to make US happy!

Occasionally, but rarely, Kylie would do something totally dog-like; for example eating grass. In fact one day out of the blue, she decided to snack on the only vegetation in our tiny little yard (really just a large patio area), which was some kind of flowers. Of course we only found out she had been grazing when it turned out the apparently yummy flowers did not agree with her. So we of course then pulled up all the remaining flowers to avoid a repeat of that unfortunate incident. Then the next time we were at petsmart or petco, we saw some little containers of “Pet Grass” – grass that you buy for your pet to allow them to eat when they are having those cravings.

Of course Kylie was completely uninterested in the grass we encouraged her to eat!

..until one afternoon when it seems for our entertainment, as well as her own, she decided to very enthusiastically partake in some Pet Grass!

It was so funny! Kylie was a riot! We miss that cute little clown so much!

Kylie didn’t just love dirt, she loved a good dirt bath! That’s what we called it when she was feeling good and would roll around on her back and twist and kick and snort. (when horses do it, you call it a dirt bath) It was hilarious! But it was nearly impossible to catch on camera because it was really spontaneous (and usually took place under poor lighting).

The short film below was made just a few months ago. It’s a really short dirt bath – sometimes it went on for several minutes – then you’ll notice she notices the camera..

So cute!

Btw, there’s a lot of videos of Kylie on You Tube. Just search on Kylie dog or on popartpet.
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This just in! We found some older photos of the dirt bath! It’s harder to fully appreciate the truly acrobatic nature of the dirt bath from still photography, but having seen the video already you get the idea.

And it’s still funny!

Since we told you how girlie Kylie was sometimes, we should give equal time to her love for all things dirty and stinky!

She was a dog after all (or was she?), so sometimes instead of rolling on perfume samples she rolled on dead frogs or other unidentifiable stinky stuff.

Once in Jersey she took a romp through the ravine beside our apartment and came out the other side covered from the shoulder down in green-ish, brown-ish, gray-ish sludge – New Jersey sludge – and happy as a clam!

In Colorado she became mountain dog. She loved going for hikes, especially with her aunt Merrianne, especially when she got to get especially dirty.

Of course, as the mom I would always spoil the fun and give her a bath. Even this new year’s eve, we were having guests so I was busy cleaning the house, running the vacuum, when in comes Kylie through her doggie door leaving a trail of muddy paw prints behind her. I turned off the vacuum and yelled STOP, before she got from the wood floor to the carpet! She had apparently found some sort of mud pit in her backyard which thrilled her no end. So again I was the bad guy, picked her up and carried her to the tub and she got a happy new year bath.

Crazy, Dirty, Happy, Dirt Dog!