An Old Soak

Dogs enjoy shit
It's a fact of life.
They eat it. They play with it and unfortunately they roll in it.
it's a delightful habit.
Around 8am this morning I put a stinking William into a hot soapy bath.
He's unusual in the fact that he absolutely adores the whole bathing experience, which is lucky, for this morning he experienced a nice long soak.
Sod's law dictated that I when I had lathered him up with shampoo there was a knock on the door.
It was a neighbour wanting eggs. I had just boxed a few up when another visitor arrived, a woman who wanted to buy some ducklings. Luckily I have duck eggs in the incubator, all of which are due hatching in a week, so I took the woman on the field to have a look at the " parents".
before taking a provisional order for a trio.
I then fed the fox attack hens, cleaned the wood burner out, sorted the kitchen into shape and was just spooning dog food into three bowls when there was yet another knock on the kitchen window.
The woman waiting for eggs must of thought I was mad for just as I handed them over the garden wall, I bleated out " bleeding hell I've left William in the bath," and ran off
It had just gone 10 past 9
He had been standing in the bath for over an hour

Before

And after