Mud Mud Mud

I live in the lovely Pacific Northwest. It was a bit drier this fall but the rains still hit and all those brightly colored turnout blankets are the same shade of brown. Dickie was not pleased that I decided his legs needed a serious scrubbing with tea tree shampoo. He looked like a tortured puppy dog. He will splash through cold mud puddles but warm water on his legs is completely offensive. 

I'm ready for the mud to go away. By the time I change out of my muck boots and get him demuddified I could have been halfway through a ride! Luckily the days are getting longer and spring will come back, it always does. Today it was even sunny on our ride outside. Stay dry everyone!