My Name Is Mud

Hello. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your crest fallen doggie host Chester L. W. Spaniel. 

I have been waiting patiently for some really big mud to show up in my back yard. But as usual, Western New York weather never cooperates. Alas, there is hardly any mud! 

The ground is still kind of frozen. But that was not all. You see, last Autumn ghostwriter piled all the fallen leaves on top of the potential muddy spots along the back fence. Drat! I thought those big leaf piles were for me to have fun running through! 

After trotting around the entire yard, this was as muddy as I could get! But it was enough to get me a dip in the bath tub. 

Don't feel sorry for me. I actually like playing in the water. If ghostwriter tells me that I have dirty feet, I immediately run upstairs and jump right into the tub.

My face is all wet in this photo because I was trying to catch the little bits of leaves and debris that were swirling around under the water. 

So I guess there will be no mud in Blogville today! Well, you can't say I didn't try!

And then this happened:

Harumph!