I used to look forward to the Spring. Then I got a dog. All of a sudden, Spring stopped meaning warm weather and longer days, and it started meaning rain and mud. The more dogs, the more mud in the house – there is a direct correlation. And of course the heavier the dog, the more mud gets tracked in, so having a 160 pound Great Dane is always worse in the Spring. Even having a dog like Noelle who hates the rain and mud, and will NEVER walk through a mud puddle or voluntarily get dirty, comes with its own issues, since she has to be forced to go out into the rain and much prefers to have a not-so-accidental “accident” inside in order to avoid getting wet. I no longer look forward to the Spring, although there are occasional funny moments. Like last week when my foster dog Buddy decided to take a mud bath. And then all I could think about was when I said I liked Muddy Buddys, I was referring to the Chex snack food recipe and not an actual dog.
This kind of Muddy Buddy = GOOD.
This kind of Muddy Buddy = NOT SO GOOD.
Oh well, I should be grateful that at least it's not waterproof mascara.
