My backyard is one big, brown sea of mud. The muck has nearly taken over my life. If you listen closely, you can hear it quietly planning to suck things in, to take over the world. I have lost most of my grass already. The mud is in every square inch of the house, staining the carpet in perfect paw and shoe prints. It has signed almost all of my towels, the seats of my truck, and my white tennis shoes. Its presence is in the bathroom, clogging the drains and collecting in the corners and grout. Several of Sadie’s toys are missing, and I am waiting to come home sometime soon and find one furry leg sticking out of the breathing mud – a final last reminder of winter.
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