There Will Be Mud

Yesterday, Murphy came over to play. Appropriately, Murphy's law was in effect because the previous night, and most of the day, it rained.

I think life is too short to worry about the consequences of two dogs playing in a muddy yard. Even if one of the dogs has a ginormous hula skirt. I figure, I have mud colored tile, dirt colored carpets, brown couches and chairs, bedspreads and tablecloths thrown over everything, and a stack of dog towels. If I can't wipe the mud off with the towels then I can depend on the throws and the furnishings to hide the dirt.

So Ray and Murphy had a marvelous time chasing around the yard. Josh and Rachel were able to take Marvelous Marva to lunch, and Gregg and I got pretty adept at catching the dogs to wipe them down before they reached the carpeting. Although, truthfully, Ray didn't need much wiping. Murphy, however, was another matter entirely.

Hey Ray, does this skirt make my butt look big?

Uh, no.

(snicker)