Filthy

chewed-up gardening shoes. Easier to put on than wellies, and in summer, wellies are just too hot and hardly necessary.

Sweetest Puppy chewed on them at one stage, but even so, they were pretty gross and had been retired to the garden shed. (No, I can't think of a reason either - probably a blip god who knew I'd need them.) She must have sniffed them out. I did the same today - it was either the shoes or the oven. The oven was actually not too bad. (Yes, I really did consider it.)

We had filthy weather today - rain, wind, cold.

My entry for Chantler's October word challenge. Tomorrow's word is Wood.