I love having a dog. They love you back, unconditionally. They have energy. They are forgiving. They are warm and fuzzy.
And boy are they muddy. When it comes to rain…lots of rain…a dog can find every puddle, mud hole, and mess.
Years ago we had a dog named Isha. She knew just where to find a dead animal. The deader, the better. She would roll until she was covered with stink.
My black lab, Chip, would wait until he’d had his bath and then go out to roll in the mud, ruining his hairdo.
Sid likes dirt and is willing to dig deep for some good mud. If it is raining, even better. If there is no rain or no mud, she’ll make her own by burying her head into the pond and drooling in the flower bed. Yesterday she came into the garage with dirt on her back and mud on her haunches.
So imagine what all this rain has done for my pup. She’s been in mud heaven all day.
