The dog found something unidentifiable on our beach walk this evening. It was all gone by the time we got home. I have no idea what it was, any ideas? Ten to one, though, if it was something stinky and horrid she will have rolled on it before picking it up. Must embrace the full sensual pleasure of rotting smelly things, mustn’t we, doggo?
Looking much more majestic earlier in the week, channeling Churchill with this dog chew. Now, if I could only teach her to do a “V for victory” sign with her paw then I could send a photo to WeRateDogs and make millions.