There is something about trash, poop, and rotten vegetation that dogs (and Winnie in particular) just love. Well to make a long story not as long, my darling little bundle of fur took a nose dive into a big pile of stinky you-know-what on our walk today. By the time it occurred to me what she was doing I was far too late to stop her. She had started at her nose and worked her way down her entire long, low, body rolling joyfully in poo. Gross.
Of course, I crashed her party of one and killed her joy with a single word. "Bath." After the chills made their way down Winnie's spine she reluctantly made her way downstairs to the laundry tub and let me go to work.
|But what did I do to deserve this!?|
|Powder Fresh... more like Powder Nasty!|
|About time! Towel me off and get me out of here!|