POSTSCRIPT TO YESTERDAY'S POSTING...

Over coffee at sunrise, we looked out at the muddy morning and reminded ourselves that, at this time last year, we kept a bucket of water and a good cleaning rag at the front door.
Each time before our big-footed dog could come in from the mud, we would have quite a time "de-mudding" him and his deep paws; and it seems we would still miss some of the mud.
We don't have that task anymore.
Too bad.
We still miss that dog.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town)

MORE ON DOGS AND THE SEASON OF MUD:
I enjoy sharing this note from a southern lady who obviously knows more than a little bit about dogs and the Season of Mud. She writes:

"Unfortuneately the Season of the Mud has crept this far south... I do not go out into the back yard with the dogs without putting on my hunting boots that are nearly waterproof. And we have multiple dogs that make the journey through the house every day to get from back yard to crates in the evening. YUCK! I'm waiting for the Season of Evaporation."

R.A.T. is happy to discover there are other people out there who know about those extra, unnamed seasons that sneak in among our four official seasons. Thanks, Susan!

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