My Dirty Dogs

Like many of the yards in the Atlanta area, mine is full of trees, shade, lots of pine straw and a little grass. What grass there was is mostly no more. It appears as if it's been trampled by a thundering herd of elephants rather than by the eight paws of my two dogs.

The yard is now best described as a dustbowl when it's dry or a quagmire after a rain. In any case, it makes for two dirty dogs.