Louisa and her Mudhole


Walking around with dried mud all over my body doesn't faze me one bit. It does seem to bother Mom. She says it's hard to rub my belly and back with that hard-caked mud on me. Did I mention that I love to be rubbed? Mom gets pretty creative with helping me cure my constant need for scratching. Yesterday, she used a rake. The day before she just sat down on the ground with me and held her legs out straight in front of her. I rubbed myself back and forth over her feet. I loved it. Mom, not so much. She claims I was breaking her feet. She likes to exaggerate.

Originally published June 30, 2016 in the Crawford County Independent & Kickapoo Scout