Daisy rolled in a huge, fresh, steaming pile of poop this morning. Her neck and portions of her head were coated with it. She was pleased as punch; I was not amused. I would have strangled her, but there was no way in hell I was going to touch her. Fortunately, when we got home she jumped into the bathtub on her own, and I was able to rinse most of it off without having to touch her. But it's going to take a long time before I let her cuddle up close to me.
Why must dogs roll in foul, stinky things? Why?!
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