Afternoon walk with dogs.
Heavy skies with tiny flakes of snow scurrying about.
Both spaniels completely disgraced themselves.
Cute Frolicsome Spaniel squeezed through the farmer’s hedge and refused to come back to the whistle so I had to go into his garden and haul her out by the scruff of her neck from under their garden table, where she was gorging on the cat food.
Meanwhile, as I returned to the path, Big Stupid Spaniel (who had only just stopped honking of rotting rat which he had liberally applied to himself about a week ago) had found something even more rank, fetid and irresistible and was orgasmically rolling around, lavishly smearing the majority of it along his neck and right flank.
Nothing that a cold spray hose nozzle, carpet shampoo and Febreze can’t handle….