Hi friends!
The last few weeks have been really smelly for me…and for those around me. I have had a lucky couple of weeks when it comes to locating piles of garbage and strange things to roll in. The first time was a couple weekends ago when I found some particularly stinky stuff and got it plastered all over my front and right side, plus all caked into my harness. I don’t like my harness anyway because I can’t wriggle free and have to behave myself…so it was really nice to get it extra smelly. Mom could barely walk beside me without gagging. So dad made me go into the farmer’s rain storage pond and wash down a half-dozen times. By the time we got home, I was smelling a lot better and managed to sneak past getting a bath. My harness was not so lucky. But I was pleased to be rid of it for a day.
Then, a few days later, just at the beginning of our walk, I found some people trash to roll in which smelled almost as good as the first pile of unidentified trash…but there wasn’t quite as much of it. Sad but still very effective at making me repellent. And although I tried my best to get it on my harness again, I failed miserably. But I did get a stern talking to. And I had to stay on the leash during nearly the entire walk which was frustrating. Do you know how horrible it is to have to skip sniffing all those far off corners and special pee-mails?? I’m out of touch with the dog world for a whole 6 hours, sometimes even more!
My dad started my demerit system again. Have I ever told you about this? It’s just awful. He says if I get 10 demerits in one month he’s going to ship me off somewhere remote. Now I don’t know if he’s serious or if something like that is even possible. But I sure do straighten up when he starts talking like that. I actually ended up with 4 demerits for my trash romping and picked up another 2 demerits for something else mischievous (although I don’t remember what it was anymore) — and that was all before the middle of the month! Not a good start!!
Thankfully, I can also get demerits removed if I behave myself and am extra good…like coming when I’m called or not running for that dog on the other side of the world (who looks oh so close) just so I can say hello. I’ve been keeping a low profile since the poop incidents and I think dad has forgiven me finally. So as long as I manage to keep myself from doing something really insane, I’ll get to stay here for another month. Which is a good thing — because I really love my family and cuddling up to my dad on the couch at night. *wink, wink*
Do you ever get yourself in trouble even though you’re just trying to have a little fun?
Until next time,
Ayla
Poor Ayla,
My heart certainly goes out to you and the plight you found yourself in. Years ago, when I lived in the country, I had a dog named Bertram Redneck, we just called him Bert, who dearly loved to roll in things that were a bit on the smelly side.
Bert once found a deceased groundhog that had a particularly alarming odor. He not only rolled on this poor creature but he chewed and licked its head which had turned a rather startling shade of green.
Bert was an affectionate dog who loved to lick our faces, so for several days we got lots of exercise as we scurried about screaming, in mad efforts to escape the affections of his defiled tongue.