And so Tessington Bear (for 'twas her name) decided that she would come with us and supervise us while we poo-picked the field. And in her supervisory role she decided she should drop a shoulder and roll in something unspeakable.
So, being a caring owner (and frankly appalled at the smell) I decided today was the day to get my own back.
Tessa's suspicions were first aroused when this much loved old item was dragged out of the barn.
Water was added.
And then, to her horror, but not total surprise, 'Er Indoors, was lifted bodily into the bath, and the shampooing commenced. I dared not let go of her collar for a single moment, for fear that she'd be off, rolling in the nearest patch of mud.
Because she is half collie, half springer spaniel, her coat is virtually waterproof, and it takes ages to get her wet to the skin. It was a challenge I was more than willing to accept.
We are the best of friends now, me because she smells beautiful, and her because I gave her a treat afterwards.
But, roll in the field again girl, and see what happens!