the time of mud

The snow has gone and I miss it. Fresh and clean, it melts into nothing.

Now we have the time of mud. Stinky and dirty, it coats my fur and leaves me full of sand.

When I come inside from my walk there is a trail of sand and dirt cascading out behind me. When I get up from my nap, there is a grainy circle of dust in my spot. My kibble even has grit in it.

The humans rub me down with a towel and comb my fur, but still there is the dirt. I feel like a mop.

I hate to admit it but I might need a b - a - t - h.

I better spell that out, you never know when one of the humans might be around.