I know I am the biggest, fattest baby you have ever seen, but I can't handle the mud. I absolutely, positively cannot stand the muddy paws that like to jump on me--front, back, side, I think they know and they do it deliberately.
I love them dearly, and I would never do anything to harm them, but for a moment today I could see how kids could drive their parents to do very bad things. I am going to look up pet washes and see if we can get one installed that would wash them as soon as they come in the back door.
I need help. I admit it . . .It is going to be a long, very very very very long melting season . . .
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Artificial turf in the whole back yard?
EW!!! I hate the meltage too. Everything is soggy.
I'm with ya, sista! I hate to say it, but the muddy paws just remind me of all the reasons I fought getting a dog for so long.
Yes, Lyn. if I could do that I sooooo would. I was seriously in tears tonight with the mud . . .I know totally irrational, and my therapist took it to a whole other level and we discussed the proverbial mud in my life tonight.
Daisy--i hear the squishing in my head and it makes me crazy!
Jen--I don't even remember muddy paws when I was a kid . . . we always had dogs, but i never remember muddy paws . . .how did that happen? i know the backyard at my folks house has rocks and grass and weeds . . .no mud.
grrrr-pray for me . . .it's gonna be a long melting and i may just need to drown myself in the muck and mire . . .
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