I took the dog for a walk earlier tonight with my friend and her two lurchers (by walk, I mean we walk a couple of hundred yards down a lane, to a lovely woody area and field with a little stream, where there is a bench which we then sit on whilst the dogs chase each other, play in the water and run about and her and I sit there and gossip).
I'm quite new to the whole dog owning thing, this is my first dog where as my friend has kept dogs for years. On the way home, Bella (my dog, yellow labrador, just turned one) starts rolling around. "Oh, no! She's found something to roll in!", exclaims my friend. "Oh, she's just having an itch, she does it all the time", say I, in her defence. A minute later she comes running back to me with a fish head in her mouth stinking like something that's just crawled out of a sewer. It was absolutely vile! She smelt worse than we do after we've been out fishing on our boat. How wrong was I? Bloody thing. She's had to have a good scrub down and thorough clean before she was allowed back in the house.
I've learnt a valuable lesson about dogs.
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Thanks for your comment today - it's always good to know who's reading and I love the cigarette break idea!! Lx
Sounds like a great thing to do on a summer's evening. Apart from washing down the fishy dog.
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