Muddy Paws and Happy Hearts

When mud is on the ground down low,

And the rain has soaked it through,

Dogs can't help but get up and go,

To play and romp in the goo.

Their paws are quick, their tails wag,

As they jump and bark with glee.

In mud, they find the perfect rag,

To get dirty, wild and free.

With noses sniffing, and tongues outstretched,

They run and play without a care.

Their fur becomes a muddy sketch,

Of the fun they've had everywhere.

For dogs love mud, it's plain to see,

A perfect playground meant to be.

As they splash and roll in the mire,

Their spirits rise with every desire.

So let the mud come, and let the dogs play,

For they bring us joy on a muddy day.

Their antics remind us to enjoy life,

And find fun in every moment, free from strife.