Coming Home to Story

Captain Midnight, leader of the Mud Pack here.

I’m just back from a delightful few days staying with some new friends in London while Himself went off to Berlin. He said it was for work but you know what he’s like, he probably thought he was joining Smiley’s People for some sort of Cold War spy-swap shenanigans.

Whatever the real reason for his journey, it gave me the chance to have a jolly of my own. New sofa to lie on, new garden to run around in, gourmet meals, and walks in the park. All very satisfactory, especially Acton Park, which had some enticingly boggy areas.

Of course, as a Cockapoo (half Spaniel, half Poodle) I love the water, though my hosts seemed rather surprised that I should make a bee-line for the mud. They were even more surprised when I shook myself clean right next to them.

Share the joy, I say.

There are many good health reasons for a chap to take a mud bath, including: flea control; relief of arthritic aches and pains; and soothing hot spots and skin irritations. Fortunately, I don’t suffer from any of these ailments. I have another reason entirely for rolling around in the mud.

It tastes so good!