I haven’t been posting much about my walks with Ollie recently. To be honest, they have become little more than a daily chore, devoid of the usual diversions and enjoyments. The ground is churned into a depressing mud pile, slick underfoot, and treacherous in places. Except for the harder paths, venturing alongside the river, or into the woods in Hoe Rough, has become an unpleasant conflict with deep sticky mud.
Even Ollie finds it unpleasant now. Where once he plodded on regardless, he now seeks the drier sections of path, or at least those that don’t involve sinking up to his belly in mud or water. If I venture into the deeper areas, he stands forlornly behind, reluctant to follow, and I have to find an alternative route. There are less doggy friends around too, as other walkers are deterred by the mess, or the fact that walking across it is so arduous.
Once home, I have to spend ages cleaning the mud from his paws, digging deep into the pads to get it all off, before he is allowed into the house. I neglect this at my peril, as his muddy paw-prints would soon cover the carpets otherwise. This season is trying, in many ways, and with more heavy rain forecast for tomorrow, there is no sign of the mud diminishing any time soon.
Hopefully, normal reporting of more interesting walks will resume soon.