Mud

Archie makes a beeline for every muddy puddle within a thousand miles. The muddier the better! He was straight in the shower when we got back.
Today has been tough. We were supposed to fly to Norway this morning but didn’t go. It was one of those impossible decisions to make. Go and it’ll be fine. Go and catch Covid and spend at least ten days locked in a hotel room with Archie in kennels, school, work…..
We’ve been agonising over it. I’ll never know if it was the right decision. My mum will probably never speak to me again. The Little Misses are devastated but didn’t want to risk getting stuck. They’ve got no vaccine protection and we only had our boosters last week.
So, just when you think things can’t get any worse, they get worse.
Fucking virus.
So it was a muddy walk in the woods not an icy fjord.