This has been an exceptionally rainy spring here along the bayou. That means dealing with wet dogs and muddy paws. These are not two of my favorite things. I have tried to reason with the boys, but the conversations are usually unproductive.
Me: “Are y’all sure that you have to go outside now? It is pouring down rain!”
Bentley: “I can’t hold it another second. I’ll hurry and try to dodge the raindrops. I promise.”
Pierre: “If Bentley gets to go, then I want to go too. OMD! It’s a squirrel in a mud puddle. Hurry!”
Me: “Seriously boys, stay out of the mud. Do your business and get back up here. Try not to get super messy.”
Of course, they return after Pierre has chased the squirrels through several mud puddles and Bentley’s ears have been drug through the mud.
