Living in a Pig Sty

Well, it looks like 

spring is 

slowly

dragging her way 

into the Midwest....

like a turtle.

So why do I feel like I am living 

in a pig sty?

BECAUSE I HAVE TWO BIG DOGS!

Oh my gosh.

The dirt, the paw prints,

the mud, the mess.

I can't mop enough.

I can't sweep enough.

I can't wipe them down enough.

Geeeeez.

Every time they go out they have to be wiped down and dried off
and even so, there is always a mess. Everywhere. 

We usually let the girls lay on the sofas

(I can hear the shrieks of horror, 

I know, it's bad -- but I cannot lie.)

They are "people" 

and in our family,

the people sit on the furniture. 

So everything is tarped 
with tartan throws and sheets 
until we get through
the soggy boggy yard phase.

This morning, Cada,

the black lab went out to 

"do her business"

and she apparently,

(I say apparently because I was

sound asleep and did not even 

realize she had gone out),

she decided to run into the house 

and up the stairs

and into our bed to say hi.

A big old MUDDY

filthy footed

hi.

CADA!!!!!!! 

NOOOOOooooOOO!

As disgusting as it is,

I am boldly going where no one has gone

to show you my disgusting 
mud riddled sheets

before I whipped them off  

and into 

the washer. 

Good grief.

Seriously???

Lots of puddles out there

and the yard 

is a mushy gushy mess. 

Springtime.

It's a love/hate thing 

when we go through this period

but seeing green helps to dilute 

my seeing red

when these sweet 

waggy-tailed people come

running in the doorway with smiles 

and big old puppy kisses

for our faces.

Gotta love 'em.

 God save the house.

Hallie tootsies.  :)