Monday, January 3, 2011

I Want Snow, Not Mud

Our big storm dumped over an inch of rain on us, gave us freezing overnight temperatures, and even snow. However, once it started snowing, the temperature did not get cold enough for it to stick. The mountains were gorgeous and I apologize that I did not drag my butt out there in the freezing temperatures to take a picture for you before most of it melted off.

The problem with all this rain is that our yard is MUDDY. Who cares, though, right? Uh, did I happen to mention that the dogs got baths over the holidays? Their first baths in about a year, mostly because Polie really doesn't like the blow dryer and it's hard to handle two dogs at the self-serve bath place at the same time. Angel got a special allergy bath at the vet's office while we took care of the big guy.


So, the mud means dirty dogs. Again. Muddy filthy paws that have to be wiped off after every single outing. When the dogs play, Angel often ends up getting bowled over and getting covered in dirt.


Yesterday, she evidently thought there might be truffles in the yard so she also went rooting around in the mud. Her entire snout was covered in mud but she'd licked much of it off by the time I got the camera. (Click on the picture. It will enlarge and you can see the mud on her tongue.)


It's pretty funny, though, to watch Polie try to get a drink of water. Their outside water bowl filled with rain water and then froze. It has not thawed out yet since each night drops below freezing again, so the poor guy was lickin' a big ice cube!

I'd much rather throw them out in deep snow than deal with all this mud!

3 comments:

Olivia said...

Oh - poor Chile. I sympathize.

I live in Prince Edward Island, Canada, and we have RED mud. We have no spring to speak of - just MUD SEASON.

Some enterprising soul came up with the idea, several years ago, of making "PEI mud shirts" which is essentially staining t-shirts with our red mud. (It has a high iron content so the red is due to the oxidized iron.) When I think of how our mothers laboured to get the mud OUT of our clothes and now some enterprising youngster is making money off this mud . . .

We don't have a dog now but when we did . . . red dog! It's pretty on the cliffs and in the fields but brutal on clothes, kids, cars, houses, etc.

knutty knitter said...

Try the Hippopotamus song by Flanders and Swann. Great way to celebrate mud :)

We have lots of mud here too because it has rained every day for a week (and been hot and sunny too!). Matt has been digging the mud.....er garden to control the convolvulos weed and has kind of got a bit obsessed with it. I don't give much for its chances of survival!

viv in nz

dc said...

I can relate.

Our dog Marley swims in the river a lot and as soon as he's back on land he rolls around in the dirt, preferably dirt with dead fish odors or horse poop! ......Dogs!