I think life is too short to worry about the consequences of two dogs playing in a muddy yard. Even if one of the dogs has a ginormous hula skirt. I figure, I have mud colored tile, dirt colored carpets, brown couches and chairs, bedspreads and tablecloths thrown over everything, and a stack of dog towels. If I can't wipe the mud off with the towels then I can depend on the throws and the furnishings to hide the dirt.
So Ray and Murphy had a marvelous time chasing around the yard. Josh and Rachel were able to take Marvelous Marva to lunch, and Gregg and I got pretty adept at catching the dogs to wipe them down before they reached the carpeting. Although, truthfully, Ray didn't need much wiping. Murphy, however, was another matter entirely.
|Hey Ray, does this skirt make my butt look big?|