I owe Mrs P & Beloved quite an apology this morning, while I was a superstar on my walk I did my meet & greet with fellow dogs in an appropriate manner ( I sat focused on Beloved ~ which is not something I’ve always been able to do ! ) BUT I did have a slight mishap …I found some fox poo and a decomposed rat which is where my apology lies
Now this is what I don’t understand ~ to me this smells DIVINE you know like a really expensive aftershave
Unfortunately Mrs P has how shall I put this …. a delicate nose and an equally sensitive stomach which resulted in ….
Which resulted in poor Mrs P throwing up ….twice
Then to add insult to injury this happened
Poor Beloved had to get up close and personal to give me a bath
EDIT NOTE ~ to anyone who has not smelt the stench of decomposition before ~ mix everything you absolutely hate the smell of in a huge bucket, mix well leave for 2 weeks preferably in a warm place … then stick your head in said bucket
It was piddling down this morning so I only had a quick storm troop around the village but early afternoon the rain clouds began to part, Mrs P gathered together my day trip bag & bundled my good self & Beloved into the car and set off towards the blue sky, so where did we end up ?
I’ve only been here once before when I was about 8 months old, to begin with I wasn’t too sure what I was seeing
Then it slowly dawned on me I know, I know
Come on Beloved RUN lets get wet ..WE ARE AT THE SEASIDE *squeal*
Did you know the little cove we went to has a very special spot ? why ?
It’s only an OFFICIAL cloud spotting area !! ~ how cool
Of course that meant we had to go cloud spotting …which was probably a good idea as it gave Beloved time to dry off *snigger*
Not only did we spot clouds Mrs P also managed to capture it at a rather jaunty angle
So it started off as the worst of mornings and ended with the best of afternoons
Tonight I shall dream of the beach, the sound of waves, and be one very happy chap
It appears summer has finally decided to grace her with her presence, a glorious day which saw Gelfling Grandson taming garden beasts
Boy Child was worried I would trample on the woodlice so ‘rescued’ them to a safe place away from my bear sized paws
While Beloved and Gelfling Grandson were ‘pottering’ in the garden I had a fabulous idea
“A poor Rottweiler is starving to death here ~pick me some raspberries”
There was a slight hiccup in the plan though we seemed to have run out of cream 😦
I have no idea where the cream went …have you asked Neurotic Cat??