Monday, May 9, 2016

golden mud pies are the sweetest kind

Today was bath day for the goldens.

Bath is a four letter word.  

So we hit the trail to get as stinky, muddy and disgusting as we possibly could before the dreaded bath.  

My poor shoes were completely caked with mud, and I could even feel all of my toes gummed together, so I did a little playing in the creek too.

I don't know if it was because it was raining, or if the mud was the deterrent but we didn't see a single soul while we were out - no humans or wildlife.  And the only flowers we saw - a bedraggled clump of phlox - were promptly trampled by the goldens. 


  1. Looks like they had a great time! The bird you asked about was a grey wagtail. I also replied to the comment on my blog with a little more info but wanted to reply here too in case you don't see the other reply!

  2. Shameless hedonists, those goldenz!