The damn dog, upon being let out to go do her 'thang, decided to roll, not once, not twice, but THREE times in poop. It may have been from the butthole of a deer, maybe a raccoon, maybe another dog. Wherever the dookie originated from is irrelevant. What IS relevant is that it ended up all over Olive. And it was gross. Why? Why does she find the need to roll in crap? Cause she's an animal? The dog our family had while I was growing up never rolled in doo-doo.
I guess Big Red and I got lucky. We have sweetheart of a dog, who is relatively well behaved, adorable as all get out AND LOVES TO ROLL IN SHIT. Great.
So into the tub she went. Not exactly what I wanted to do when I got home, but it had to be done. Although she was quite content to smell like shit, that just wasn't feasible.
As I write this, she is sound asleep, curled up in a tight little doggie ball, and smelling sweetly.
Poop or no poop, I still love her.
ps: Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad. 35 years and still going strong.
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