Dog Park Woes

The girls and Rowdy love going to the dog park.  Both girls are very good with dogs around, although the girls are a little trepidatious when dogs are overly aggressive in their desire to say hello.  Generally to make things go smoother I bring the girls in the wagon and let them play at particular locations they want to stop at, the 'hill', the tree, the other hill...

Of late though the dog park is a mucky sloppy and disgusting mess of muck, puddles, and more muck.  Of course this suits our girls just fine, expect for when the inevitable fall in the puddle happens. This can happen moments into the visit (and has) or it can not happen at all (actually I am not sure if this has ever happened).  Last month I had the girls playing at one tree, away from the thick muck and eventually the mud puddle beckoned.  Teresa decided to go to the mud puddle first and I warned her not to get her feet stuck, as she has lost boots in the very same puddle before.  Frances eventually wandered over too...  I was of course taking pictures, and got the end of our visit in picture form.  Of course, Teresa in her helpfulness did not want to leave.

Ah, the halcyon days before the advent of the MUCKENING!

Moments after the MUCKENING. Yes, I did take a picture before I came to the aid of Frances...

One boot down, and a heavy layer of mud of the hands.