A Proper Muddy Bath

Oi! Sitting indoors after skittles was doing my nut in, so I trotted straight out through the flap to find some proper muck. Down by the corner of the wooden compost bin, I clocked an old rusted tin loaf tin sitting in the dirt, brimming with sloppy brown rain-mud! Prime spa day, innit? I hauled myself up the tin edge with both stubby paws, kicked off, and belly-flopped straight in. Splat! Cool, rich sludge squelched right up around my chin. I grabbed a battered plastic garden marker with my teeth, using it like a little back-scratcher while lounging back in my muddy tub. Absolute luxury on the manor!