My dearly beloved Dogbreath

On Saturday, I took Dogbreath for a walk.  It was a cold, blustery day with bright sunshine and I had spent the morning working on my Biology essay.  I took the opportunity to put on my warm winter coat and a beautiful blue scarf for the first time this year.  We set off across the muddy fields, with the sun streaming down.  Smiling to myself, I took off across the field, with Dogbreath bounding around behind me.  After a minute or two, I turned round to see what she was up to.

This photo was actually taken years ago, but the view is pretty much exactly what I saw on Saturday!
Heart sinking, I called her over, and in her own sweet time she trotted back to me.  As soon as she got near I could see and smell the fox poo.  Sigh.  My studies were going to have to wait as Dogbreath would clearly need a bath when we got home.

We carried on across the field and over to the poo bin, which is at the furthest point of our walk.  We returned to the field and had got most of the way back across it when Dogbreath decided that today was a Double Dump Day, as they are known in our household.  *SIGH!*

I went over to scoop it up.  A sharp gust of wind caught me by surprise as I was bending over.  My lovely blue scarf went flying through the air .... and landed in Dogbreath's poo.  Wonderful!  My dog smells of s**t and now I do too!!  Yippee!

We walked all the way back across the field, threw the second deposit in the poo bin, then walked all the way home holding my scarf at arm's length.  Dogbreath was subjected to a chilly bath in the garden and eviction from the rug for the rest of the day.

You have to laugh some days!  I'm smiling writing this but I can assure you I was less amused at the time!