I woke up this morning to the smell of rain in the air and a trail of muddy footprints from the doggy door in the kitchen throughout the entire house. It was like those dotted-line trails in the old Family Circus comic. Thank goodness for our fake-wood flooring. So, my morning started off with me trying to hold the dog down to wipe her feet, which was the Best Game Ever. And then I cemented my start to the day doing the one-footed wet-wipe scootch dance move all over the house. It’s a stomp to the wipe, and a push-drag motion, sometimes with a twist.
I got through the first room with that action, but then decided to switch it up, and put a wipe under the ball of each foot, and did the twist. Not very efficient, but hilarious. This, unfortunately, excited the dog, who decided to do a lap through the yard and come back in again, freshly muddied feet at the ready.
I took her down, calf-roping style, wiped her feet, closed the stupid doggy door and got back to the push-drag method. There’s really no point to this, except now my calves feel like I did a workout.