I cannot explain it but there is something so appealing about mud at the dog park after a good rain! Here is a tale of dog messes…
Now everyone knows that it rarely rains in Southern California so there are not many opportunities for me to enjoy my “mud buffet”! Let me explain what I mean by “mud buffet”. Instead of being one of those dogs that like to roll in the mud, I prefer to eat it; therefore, my Mom calls it a “mud buffet”! I shovel it in by the mouthful (a very large mouthful mind you). There is a method to my mud eating madness. As my pal Max enjoys hunting gophers, I follow him around the dog park on his stalking trips. Max will spot a gopher hole and proceeds to stop and investigate. Sometimes he has to dig a little in order to reach the gopher and when he eventually fails to get to the gopher (as he always does), he will move on to the next available gopher hole. This is when I spring into action! I swoop in and begin shoveling the mud into my mouth. Mouthful by mouthful, the gopher hole gets deeper and deeper while I get dirtier and dirtier! The way I see it, I am being a good friend to Max by helping him get closer to the gophers.
My Mom calls me a Bulldog- shoveling machine and she absolutely hates when I eat mud! Mom is constantly pulling me out of the mud holes, but I always find another. She even resorts to standing guard over the hole to prevent me for reaching my latest feast! Well, let’s just say that this does not deter me one bit. I am still compelled to eat as much mud as possible because let’s face it I never know when it will rain again and need to take advantage of when it is muddy!
Maybe I should move to Seattle!!!!