Cyril Haearn wrote:How does one deal with (clean) a dog stinking of dead deer, put him out in the dog hoose awhile?
When I walked Monty the German Pointer who belonged to Daughter Two (when she was all day at college or working a 12 hour day shift as a psycho-nurse) he would often perform the rot-rolling. He was, anyway, usually covered in estuary mud ... to an alarming degree.
I would walk 10 or 11 miles with the beast; he would do 5X that running up and down the Lune Estuary when the tide was out, We'd both be ready for a freshen up when we got back. It's the shower, then - a big one upstairs.
To get Monty in the shower was not easy, least of all because I couldn't let him trapse through the hoose wagging and padding clarts over every single thing. So, I kept him by the back door, got nekkid, nipped out the door when no neighbour was peering over the fence, picked up Monty in both arms then marched us both up the stairs into the big shower, carefully avoiding the wallpaper.
Marching nekkid through the hoose with a squirming evil-smelling muddy pointer in your arms has a peculiar sort of pleasure to it. Monty thought not, mind, and would squirm then moan when in the shower. For a dog that loved to throw himself about in the tideline or down a filthy wet bog 'ole, he had a strong dislike of the shower and it's wetting of his doggy person......
Cugel, a dog lover (must be, eh)?
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