It's "Mud Season" in Maine. I had never heard of this "season" before moving to the Northeast. If you don't live here, this is what happens. The top of the soil starts to thaw, but the deeper layers of soil stay frozen. As the snow melts, the water can't absorb into the ground, so the surfaces of dirt roads, fields, and hiking trails turn into muddy, slushy mess. You could lose your shoes in the muck. Everyone is anxious for spring, but nothing is in bloom.
Stella, being low slung, gets the worst of the mud, but she never lets it stop her from getting out and running with the other dogs. One of her favorite things about mud season is the geese stopping in the fields on the way south. More specifically, she likes the poo they leave! Eew! The past few farm walks, I've had to leash her to prevent her from eating too much--she knows no limits. She comes back from her walks smelling like the barn with goose poo breath. I have to dunk her in a bucket before I can even put her in the car.
Here she is, in all her glory!
Stella, working farm dog. Ridding the paths of goose poop. There is a need for that, ya know! I am tired of stepping in it.
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