There will be consequences ...

Wednesday turned out to be sublime. Gentle sunshine and warm air. Clear views and out of the blue and most welcome - a walk with friends. Moss could not wait and as soon as her lead made an appearance, she shuffled her bottom closer and closer until she practically sat on my feet. Her eyes glued steadfastly on her lead.

We set off, our walking pack a few houses up the hill were waiting for us. Moss - who if left to her own devices will pull like a steam train - was made to heel and she, despite her obvious pique soon trotted nicely and stopped trying to dislocate my left shoulder!

My friend and I chatted, her daughter coming a short way before returning to continue with her crochet, while the dogs flew around the fields. Three border collies pretended to be rockets accelerating with ease -three black and white cannonballs fly by.

We crossed up the hill, found a deep track loved by walkers, cyclists and horse riders alike and followed it back down to farmland. In places there were deep ruts filled with the most*delicious*deep*thick*chocolate*coloured*mud*. Moss was in her element. Although I had taken my camera, I completely forgot to take evidence of the bog monster which squelched out of the sludge..... My friend was amused if not a little taken aback at Moss' delight at wallowing and dredging at every opportunity. Her two dogs skipped and flew over mud and were as clean at the end of our walk as they were when we started....Not Moss. Happy muddy dog. We did manage to find a clean stream half way back which Moss leapt in with such a silly grin. Happy slightly less muddy dog.

There is a downside to this story.... the inevitable shower when we returned.... made all the more humiliating by the intervention and involvement by the cat. Pepper not only supervised but got in on the act. 

There was so much head bopping and butting. Pepper purred and bripped while Moss sat in the shower. The supervisor kept walking along the bath edge with paw extended to tap the dog on her head or nose.

The attention did not end when the water was switched off, no, with a towel wrapped dog out of the bath, Pepper could now get closer and even more involved. Poor Moss - she did not know what to do and kept giving me ' help me' eyes! I did what any self respecting dog loving owner did ... I took photos!

 Now, squeaky clean, exhausted by her play out and her bath and recovered from the over enthusiastic attention of a loving cat, Moss sleeps and dreams of being a rocket and crash landing in mud.....

A gentle reminder that March's Photo Hunt is coming up,

pictures to be posted on Friday the 24th.

The list of words is at the top right beneath my banner picture.

Don't forget to use the linky-tool once you have posted

so we can all come and find you and see your photos!

Looking forward to the 24th :)