Seeing as the weather has been somewhat drier over the last few days I decided to take Max over to the dog park yesterday for a good run to burn off all of the energy that’s been building up since the last time we were there. Seems like it’s been a while.
There’s nothing worse than coming home from a muddy dog park. Whenever that happens, it’s straight from the vehicle to the bathtub when we get home so I can wash all of the mud from Max’s feet.
It was a beautiful morning yesterday and I was surprised how dry the park was, considering all of the precipitation we’ve had over the course of the last few weeks. The ground was mostly dry and there was no mud sticking to the bottom of Max’s feet, however, it was gathering in the treads of my shoe. By the end of our walk the bottom of my shoes were caked with it.
When we got home there was no bath awaiting Max and we were both quite happy about that. My shoes were a different story.
I forgot all about that as I was getting ready for work this morning. After putting my shoes on I quickly ran into the bathroom before heading into the kitchen to grab my oatmeal from the fridge. That’s when I noticed I was leaving a trail of dried mud in my wake. So, I backtracked and picked up chunks of mud in the bathroom, hallway, and kitchen. The trouble was, even when I did that I was still leaving more mud behind me than I was actually picking up.
I didn’t have half an hour to pick up all of the mud on the floor, so I grabbed what I could and left the rest as kind of a wake-up surprise for my wife.
If she inquires where the mud came from when I call her later this morning I can always blame the dog, unless of course, she reads this blog!