There's a reason why the local Flyball team is name "Muddy Paws A-Flyin'". We live in the Pacific Northwest, where the rain and the earth collide with startling, frequent...and seemingly endless...regularity. Add a few high-drive dogs that require daily, hardcore exercise, and you too can have a backyard that looks like this!
Everyday, we play fetch in the backyard. And so everyday, dog paws get muddy. Raff and Sheila attract a normal amount of muck, as you can see here (Boca doesn't play fetch, and so her paws, naturally, remain pristine.)
But I never knew muddy paws--and underbelly and everything in between--until I met Mr. Wyatt.
And this isn't even a bad day. This is a bright, sunny, pleasant January day.
Everyday, rain or shine, I hose down 12 dog paws, wipe them with old towels (which get laundered twice a week), and even with that effort, I have to sweep the kitchen/dining room floor every day, just to keep us from living in complete squalor. I'm sure most dog owners in this neck of the woods have their own ways of dealing with this...it's just a way of life.
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