We came back from a dog walk and I noticed there was a funny smell following me about.
I pinpointed the culprit when BeAnne came and sat next to me. The most noxious fumes wafted up to my nose. I nearly passed out. All fingers pointed at BeAnne Duvet.
Bathing BeAnne is a always huge deal for my back and involves both a mental and physical battle with much determination on both sides!
So, as it was a nice day, I took BeAnne down to Fleurad burn that runs through the fields.
Since it had rained profusely the night before, the burn was moving very fast
To start with, I thought BeAnne probably wouldn’t swim because of the swift current but no, I was wrong. We threw bits of wood from an old leftover fence/wood pile and BeAnne happily jumped after them.
And then BeAnne rolled so all my good work trying to get her to smell a bit better was for nothing. Now BeAnne stunk of something different – probably otter. Luffley!
So I gave up.