Muddy is the word I thought of as I woke February 15, 2018.

It had been raining last evening when I went to bed just before midnight. It was 56 degrees with extremely high humidity… some call it vegetation wetting… I call it miserable weather.

I can accept the rain for myself. However, when it comes to Bernie and Chris, it becomes annoying.

It means smelly wet dog coats. It means muddy dog prints all over the back seat of the car. It can mean some muddy paw print tracks into the house.

For all the good rain does for plants, raising the water level for future water supplies and all the rest of the ‘good’ stuff rain brings, it just brings me clean up grief.

I need a good hot cup of coffee and a change of attitude. <grin>

Making the coffee was easy. Attitude change… well… I won’t check the news until later. Perhaps a couple of people will share their email humor.

My first surprise happened quickly. We had been using the nearby vacant lot for their exercise. Today the street was populated with more than a dozen cars. Usually, the street is deserted.


At seven o’clock, the overcast sky was holding off the rain as workers continued to arrive. I asked one guy what was happening. He said it was too muddy to park inside the fenced lot.

I’ve walked by the construction site since it began in August last year. I never saw more than a couple people. I had no idea so many people were working there.

It’s a huge project. It covers the entire city lot. Before August it was a vacant field we used for Bernie and Chris’s exercise area. The worker told me it is supposed to be finished by the end of 2018.


Destiny Springs will be a Behavioral Health Hospital. It will be a 90-bed, 67566 square foot facility. It will provide both inpatient and outpatient treatment to adolescents, adults, and geriatrics. 

Bernie and Chris were oblivious to all the construction activity. They gleefully played in the street while I watched for any cars. As long as they were playing in the street, they were not getting all muddy in the nearby field.

It only took them about ten minutes to get played out. The rain was still in the overhanging clouds, but I didn’t know how long it will stay up there. I opened the car door.

That was their signal to trot over to the car and jump in.


No muddy feet or wet dog coats this morning.

2 thoughts on “Muddy

  1. Julia Haggerty

    I have my brand new Irish Terrier named (by me) McGee! He is red slick coated, smart as a whip for 4 months old. I have been so happy to have a friend for Ryan! My happiness didn’t last too long when I found out yesterday that my son, Michael, who lives outside of Albuquerque has died. I am in shock as Mike was the one child who loved dogs like me. He knew all about breeds and where to find the best. We talked on the phone several times a month. But he

    Never told me he was sick. He is in my prayers and always in my heart. I have my dogs Ryan and McGee to help me

    Remember Mike.



  2. josephlacey12

    Julie, I am very sorry to hear of your loss.

    I am glad you are happy about having McGee.

    I presume it will be an emotional bridge to cross… Mike leaves and McGee comes into your life.



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