…and MUD. Lots and lots of mud; which is great if you’re planning on making mud pies, but not so great if you have dogs. Last year my backyard had one of the finest looking lawns in suburbia. Now, not so much.
It all started last June when I just had to have this little guy:
A couple of months later when he settled in he developed a bad habit. If you don’t know what I’m referring to you can read about it here. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Uhm, yeah, we should have put him into rehab last summer because now my lawn looks like this:
So now as others are appreciating these April showers in hopes of May flowers I am looking forward to the dog days of summer. Not only have I been cleaning his paws on a daily basis but his mud splattered legs and belly. This would be fine until you get to the fact that we haven’t taken him in for the ole ‘snip snip’ yet. I refuse to wipe down his ‘package’; therefore he’s been getting quite a few baths lately.
Now at first glance it may look like he’s not enjoying it but he is.
Not only is he playing in the mud, I think he’s playing us.