October 25. Day 298. Mud bath

Mud baths, according to many, have impressive therapeutic qualities. It turns out you may even feel better just watching others roll about in the brown stuff. This afternoon I decided it was time for fresh air and sunshine and a little walk. This is a specialist-approved activity. The dogs were totally up to act as my carers, until we got to the off leash area when they were off like dogs that have been trapped  in a bedroom with a sick person for too long. The off leash area was still recovering after last week's heavy rain. There were deep puddles and lots and lots of mud. Naturally Winkle was the first to dive in. My white dog looked like a dirty drowned rat. They jumped in the creek. It washed away some of the dirt but certainly didn't improve the smell. But seriously, the fun they were having was infectious and a great tonic. Besides we were very close to my mother's place so it made a whole lot of "sense" to go there and order the warm bath with fresh towels. The freshly laundered dogs and I went home all feeling so much better for the experience.