Monday 19 March 2012
Flad's favourite perfume
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He walked onto the grass and started acting all peculiar. He sniffed, then flopped down, rolled aroud and waved his legs in the air, looking positively ecstatic. I thought he was having some kind of fit... then I realised the dog fox must have sprayed there. When he came in, he really did stink!
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3 comments:
Oh, Flad. *scritches Flad's belly*
Our Harvey-dog loves to do this in anything smelly!
Our dog used to love to rub the side of his neck (and hence his collar, too) in fox poo. You can guarantee he'd find it, especially after he'd had a bath, whether it was in the garden or up the hills.
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