Keryn and I always have tea at our brother and SIL's place on Friday night, and it was so lovely and cool we left the dogs outside at my place. We got home in the dark, and I thought the dogs seemed a bit hysterical, but put it down to their joy at seeing us. However this morning I took a little tour around the garden and their deeds were writ plain in the mud. Huge sweeping skid marks where they chased each other back and forth, overturned pots and buckets and trampled patches like wildebeest wallows.
And the holes! Digging was on the agenda and they had made splendid progress in quite a few areas.
Playing chasey around the wheelie bin should be a canine Olympic event, culminating in a serious attempt to dig under said object.
This is the look I get when I point at the lawn excavation and say sternly "Who did That?!!!!"