hail the mud king

Days of tedious rain and a tiresome post-trip cold in Minion combined for an abbreviated, but rather muddy, jaunt to the dog park. Having to make the most of the quick sojourn, I was content to roll in the dirty pools of leaves, scum, and -- fortuna smiles! -- a few dead fish. The afternoon was capped off by lounging in my slowly drying filth in the middle of the bed while Minion prepared yet another torturous bath. Hope you enjoyed the lingering mud flecks of the afternoon, Min!