Mud...Mud,Mud, Mud...MUD MUD MUD.  Mud everywhere.  Mud on my shoes.  Mud on my pants.  Mud on Ami's belly.  Mud on the big boy's paws.  Mud on his face!

Mud in the front hall.  Mud in the back hall.  Mud in the car.  Mud ON the car.  In cat prints.  

Mud.  Mud, mud, mud.  Everywhere I look, Mud.  The backyard.  Mud.  The front walk.  Mud.  The road.  Mud.

When will it be June?

Tell me about it. Our backyard is a total mud pit. And Bode has taken to not wanting to come inside because he doesn't want to get his paws wiped off.

I feel ya. Though the mud is from all the RAIN we've been getting and not from melting snow but still... And of course Mishka has to cover himself in it.

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I feel ya. Though the mud is from all the RAIN we've been getting and not from melting snow but still... And of course Mishka has to cover himself in it.

Oh No o ooooo   I hope you are walking distance from home. Or there is a hose nearby! Looks like some happy dogs, though.

That was at the dog park last Sunday! But thankfully they have a washing area to at least rinse off the worst parts of it. But he manages to wallow in the mud puddles everywhere. My backseat is lined with a cover and I keep two towels in the car. Lol.