Yes, mud has a smell.  Especially winter mud.  It’s the cold, red, North Carolina clay soil mixed with the cold rain water.  It smells like cold, organic bacteria.  I like the smell of summer mud a little bit.  But, not winter mud.

I like the smell of winter mud even less when I smell it in my house, on a wet dog.  I know rain is good, it gives life to so much of our world.  But, I’m over, muddy, wet dogs every time they go outside.

Piper and Ellie go outside today and both come in with mud in various places of their bodies.  Ellie had mud on the back of her head and neck, but no where else.  I found that to be odd.  Even if she rubbed her neck in something, she would at least have it on her feet and maybe even the side of her neck.

Then Piper comes in.  It’s no longer a mystery how Ellie got mud where she did.  Piper is covered in mud and I can tell that she probably wiped her face on the top of Ellie’s head.  That’s great.

Then Tanner tells us he dug a hole in the yard today.  Why?  We ask.  He was looking  for worms and not too worry, he has knife and knows how to use it.

So as I’m typing this, I hear paper being crumbled.  I get up to go find the puppy, because everyone else is in this room.  We find the title to Jason’s truck eaten, but we still can’t find the dog.  We finally find her laying on Warren’s bed with a shredded box of Thin Mints and a shredded box of Peanut Butter Patties.

I need to find a hotel for myself for the night,  I need a break!