It is the worst part of the year. When it is winter and the yard has no grass, it just means a sea of mud. When I was a kid, I use to watch the news a lot. They would show images of the Vietnam War and one image that sticks in my mind’s eye is of a Water Buffalo pulling a plow through a rice paddy. That is what I see in my backyard essentially. Large mammals tracking through mud.
Being water dogs they embrace the mud. They want to go out and frolic in it as much as possible. I hope the wind picks up tonight to dry out the yard some but it will not help that much because the young one will always find the wettest place in the yard.
I spend most of my time wiping off 12 paws. The baby dogs loves it. Her parents not so much. They think having their paws cleaned off is beneath them. I hope my back holds out until the dry season starts.
Sound Side Golden Retrievers 