It is officially Spring Cleaning time at our house. I have spent the last two days working on our floors. We mostly have ceramic tiles but the bedrooms all have carpeting. I was so happy to finally finish scrubbing the tile floors yesterday, that I made it a point to show them off to my husband.
Later last night, my husband decided to set the sprinkler system to go off around 3am. Not a big deal. Right? Wrong. We haven't done the backyard spring cleaning yet. We have quite a few dirt patches that are now mud patches.
Normally our dog does very well at staying out of the mud. However, this morning some frolicking squirrels decided to play in the trees in our backyard. Our dog despises squirrels. He is convinced that he can and will catch one.
So while I'm busy in the house getting things going for the day, our dog is constantly going in and out his doggie door. Suddenly I notice there are muddy footprints in the bedroom on the carpet. (Carpet is very good for cleaning the mud off little dog paws.) However this carpet is across the house from the doggie door. There are footprints all the way back to the door. But need I remind you, this is our yard. We haven't done spring cleaning out there. That means that there are chunks of leaves and twigs mixed into this thick, clay-like mud that clings to everything it comes in contact with.
Just outside the doggie door is our dog waiting to come in. He's whining. He knows his paws are caked with this mud because he's having trouble walking. So what's a good dog owner to do?
I closed the door, locked him outside and walked away. Honestly, I did.
While I going to get a towel to clean his feet off, the squirrels come back. Our dog is now running through the mud just in case the squirrels lose their footing in the trees and fall. Plus he has now become deaf and is blatantly ignoring me, so I decide to leave him outside while I make breakfast. Just as I sit down to eat, guess who wants to come in the house???
Yeah right!! He can wait. Uh huh. He whined the entire time I ate.
Once I was done eating, I grabbed the towel to go out and clean his paws. This was no job for a little, old, bath-sized towel. I had two options: chase him with the hose outside or carry him in to the tub. I decided to go for the tub.
The bathroom tub is his second least favorite place to be. (The first is the vet. He stands by the door and cries the whole time. It's really quite embarrassing.) Knowing this, I decide to leave him in the tub by himself while I go to the kitchen. Bet you're thinking that he jumped out of the tub, right? Wrong! He's too short!!! HA!!
So I come back to the tub and sit on the floor. He just stands there looking mad. I encourage him to walk around so the water will loosen the mud. He stands there looking mad. I finally cave in and rub the mud off with my hands. I extract a little more revenge by making him stay in the tub until all the water has drained and I've rinsed most of the mud away. (Guess when I scrubbed the bathroom tub??? Uh yeah,
TUESDAY.)
He gives me his best "I'm sorry" face. So I took him out and dried his paws.
After all that I looked down and saw the massive amounts of mud ON ME!!! So it's 9:30am and I've already soiled a set of clothes. (Guess when I did laundry??? Uh yeah,
YESTERDAY.)
Days like this really make me wonder why I even bother to clean the house!
Here are a few pictures! (Come on! What kind of scrapbooker would I be if I didn't document this???)
Note the mud sticking up between the toes!!

Checking to see if he can come in!

How can that much mud come off those 4 little paws???
Hopefully your house has stayed clean longer than mine!!