Every morning we plod along, me and mom, and the other humans and their dogs, around the muddy field with rain in our faces. Wellingtons and wet paws, mud between my toes and a dirty underside that gets washed with the freezing water from the garden hose before I am allowed back in the house. It has been raining for ever, we feel.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wet Days
Every morning we plod along, me and mom, and the other humans and their dogs, around the muddy field with rain in our faces. Wellingtons and wet paws, mud between my toes and a dirty underside that gets washed with the freezing water from the garden hose before I am allowed back in the house. It has been raining for ever, we feel.
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