For more than twelve generations, this family has dug in the mud. My father dug in the mud mines. And his father, and his father, all the way back to when mud was first discovered in our town. People say we’re crazy. Why dig miles under the earth when there’s plenty of mud on the ground, they say. I’ll tell you why. Tradition. So my son can put in an honest day’s work like his father.
Get the hose, Cheryl S.
Um…are we sure the one on the left isn’t a bear?
Excuse me, those are clearly low-altitude clouds.
Seriously, the first thing I thought of!
So much dog happiness!
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WOW. Such much mud, so little time but they found the time to roll, dig, play, splash, etc. in the dirt and mud. Reminds me of my then 10 year old niece when we went to the Bay of Fund at low tide a while back. Found out the Bay turns into a mud flat and she turned into the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Had to hose her down and wrap her in a towel before she was let back in the car.