Gross! Our golden did the roll in what I assumed was something that had lived at one time, and I could barely stand the drive home (windows wide open!).
One warm summer morning, I was walking on the beach on Lake Michigan, and one of my dogs started rolling around in the remains of a large, rotting fish. She was reeking with the putrid stench of that nastiest of the nasties. I had to throw her collar away. It took several baths to get her back to normal.
My dad’s sister once had a little white poodle. I was at the farm one day and my Aunt arrived with her poodle that had just been groomed. He was clean and fluffy with a red ribbon bow on his head. He jumped out of the car and made a beeline for the pasture where he found the biggest, wettest, greenest cow plop and literately dove into it. He then pushed his face through it to make sure he had gotten enough under his chin. Once he was satisfied that all of the grooming had been nullified he came prancing back to the yard and wanted to be petted. Dogs can’t talk but they know how to communicate.
The trouble is dogs don’t really distinguish between good smells and bad smells. It’s basically strong smells and weak smells. You would not want to smell half of the things a dog normally smells.
The Duke about 13 hours ago
Now he’s got to take a bath.
Beatlesfan about 12 hours ago
Gross! Our golden did the roll in what I assumed was something that had lived at one time, and I could barely stand the drive home (windows wide open!).
Enter.Name.Here about 11 hours ago
“Don’t Spook The Horse” by Neil Young.
“… If you want to pet that old hound dog … Make sure he ain’t rolled in sh……”
Guy from southern Indiana about 9 hours ago
One warm summer morning, I was walking on the beach on Lake Michigan, and one of my dogs started rolling around in the remains of a large, rotting fish. She was reeking with the putrid stench of that nastiest of the nasties. I had to throw her collar away. It took several baths to get her back to normal.
oldchas about 2 hours ago
My dad’s sister once had a little white poodle. I was at the farm one day and my Aunt arrived with her poodle that had just been groomed. He was clean and fluffy with a red ribbon bow on his head. He jumped out of the car and made a beeline for the pasture where he found the biggest, wettest, greenest cow plop and literately dove into it. He then pushed his face through it to make sure he had gotten enough under his chin. Once he was satisfied that all of the grooming had been nullified he came prancing back to the yard and wanted to be petted. Dogs can’t talk but they know how to communicate.
Impkins Premium Member about 2 hours ago
I’m not waiting for Monty to mark his territory. :)
mistercatworks about 1 hour ago
The trouble is dogs don’t really distinguish between good smells and bad smells. It’s basically strong smells and weak smells. You would not want to smell half of the things a dog normally smells.