I come down to the kitchen this morning, OH is making breakfast having taken the Pongster round the garden first thing. There is this..... stench..... in the room. I thought the rubbish bin must have spilled rotting garlic on the floor. Or that something small had died in a cupboard. Get closer to Pongo and the source is clear. He looks perfectly clean and innocent but REEKS... I think he has found a fox run and annointed himself liberally with delicious scent. Chienel No. 5, perhaps. I'm gagging.
Benson has just highfive'd his mate Pongo....it's the "but don't I smell lovely look" that gets me...
Did he have to get a bath? Oban got one on Monday after somehow crossing a dirty, stinking ditch and then having to cross back to get to me. Despite it being -8C the ditch was not frozen and he stank. If it hadn't been so cold he might have rubbed lots off stinky muck 0ff on the snow but the stuff froze on him
No..... we usually hose him off if he is muddy, but I couldn't see anything visible on him this morning so not so easy. But I took him out for a good windy walk and by the time we got home he seemed to have shed the stench (unless I've just got accustomed to it now). Yeech, that was rank.
When Willow rolled in it, she stunk for weeks! I just couldn't get the last of the smell out, however much I scrubbed her. Eugh!
Oh, I remember that from the time when Pongo the puppy decided to go swimming in the farmer's slurry pond. In over his ears, doing butterfly stroke. Three shampoos and he was the most sparkling white labrador in the world, but he still STANK. I'm delighted to say that this was nothing like as bad as that. Nowhere near. Phew.
