He dirtied his sweatshirt at lunch. With half a sandwich. While I didn't take any pictures of that particular mess I figure you'd like to see these.
Before dinner - no that's not a mustache. It's dirt. It's ALL over him. He had been outside for 45 minutes. I washed his face and hands...but by the after dinner poses you'd never no it.
After dinner - he's MUCH happier. And now instead of brown all over his face it's a reddish orange from the spaghetti sauce.
And everywhere else. *SIGH*
I can't help but think of my cousin and her very neat son who would be freaking out at the sight of Buddy.