There are a few theories for just why dogs do this. Some say it is a way of trying to conceal their own scent from potential prey (but then, why roll in the poop of another predator?). Others think it is a reaction to the fantastic smell - they get so overwhelmed that they cannot help but dive straight into the delicious substance. My theory is that he does it because he is a disgusting little bugger with unsavoury habits who likes to wind me up, but that's just me!
Whatever the answer, the sequence of events is unvarying: Henry is suddenly spotted flinging himself to the ground repeatedly, then, once he has ground enough into his scruff and ears (generally just at the point I manage to reach him to chase him off) he comes running up grinning like a loon. He is then relegated to the boot of the car for the journey home rather than the front seat, and then has to be dragged into the back garden, tied up to a handy bush and hosed off with cold water and tomato ketchup (which removes the smell) and then baby shampoo. This is always accompanied by heart-rending howls and scrabbling as he tries to get away - one of these days I'm sure the RSPCA will show up (And it will serve you right - Henry).
The upside to this is that for a few short hours I have a sweet smelling Johnsons Baby spaniel - the downside is that I have to take hm out again soon... and of course before long it will be too chilly for outdoor baths and I'll have to put him in the bath upstairs. Argh!
If looks could kill...
I would be...
nothing more than a smoking crater...
but he brings it all on himself!
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