We have had enough rain and wind this month – February fill-dyke – to make a few patches of glorious mud where people like to walk. And where dogs like to walk, run and chase each other.
This morning I was walking home during a half-hour respite from the rain and noticed four dogs out with their male humans, careering about and enjoying themselves while getting very muddy.
Mrs Turnstone wondered what reception they would be getting when they arrived home. Had men and dogs been sent out while someone else was cleaning the floors? Was there an old towel by the back door for rubbing down paws and underbelly? So long as it didn’t mean a bath, the dogs would not mind, but ‘Keep him off the armchair!‘