Paul and Joe, as you can see, have decided to try again and see how many days in a row they can dress in head-to-toe camo (the previous record, held by Paul, was 9 days, before running out of clean clothes). They have more camo gear and clothes than the armies of some small countries. They even have on camo socks. I asked Joe what color undies he had on, and he assured me that these, too, while not actually camo-patterned, were of a color that matched the rest of his ensemble. We're nothing if not fashionable around here.
I think it was an old Army slogan that went "We do more before 9 a.m. than most people do all day", or something like that. Before breakfast, the boys helped me give Fly a bath ('helped' being used very loosely here). I guess she was even dirtier than I realized, because she sure is a lot softer and fluffier now. However, a wet dog, even a clean wet dog, still smells very much like a wet dog.
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