This morning started as it always does – feeding all the animals. In the distance, Flossie and I could hear some sharp barking, so assumed that Pepper and Ted had found someone to hassle that lived in the dry-stone walls surrounding the garden. It could be anything, I ignorantly told myself.
When we had finished our outside chores, I called the dogs inside and it was then the smell came in with them. Dear God. The smell of polecat. The someone they had been shouting at had had revenge in the worst possible way and I now had two dogs that could not have stunk any worse. I wanted to move house, start again so I could leave the smell behind me.
Into the bath Ted and then Pepper both went and Floss and I thoroughly washed them. Hopefully the smell has gone. I keep sniffing around the house, just in case we didn’t get it all off because you just never know.
And now we have two hopefully fragrant, wee dugs, if slightly damp. Neither are sorry about this. Not even slight remorse. I have to stop letting them outside together in case they go back for Round 2.
And Monster slept through it all.
He did not involve himself in such revolting and earthy pursuits. That’s for lesser mortals. Meanwhile I was ranting that I hadn’t even had my breakfast!
