Showing posts with label dead fish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dead fish. Show all posts

Monday, June 2, 2008

The Scent of a Puppy

This is Benny.

He's every bit as rascally and devilish cute and innocent as he appears. He loves his morning walks and this past Friday, he was particularly bouncy when he saw his leash appear for the early day stroll. He's generally very trying well-behaved, and it's a fluke due to Frank's patient training that he usually comes when ready called, after romping around off-leash. On this day, we took a bit of a different route along the pathways - one which led around a small peninsula of land which followed the creek. Benny was free to romp around and greet passersby of both the human and canine persuasion.

At one point, we sauntered past a particularly strong and unpleasant smell. "What stinks?" I asked in a nasally voice as my forefinger and thumb quickly pinched my nose.

"I don't know, but I sure as heck hope that Benny hasn't found it" muttered Frank as his eyes scanned the area for a flash of scampering JRT.

We could see him up ahead, greeting a group with very young children - young enough to toddle alongside their strollers. There was something in the way that they all
recoiled eased away from him that told us we were in trouble.

"Benny, come!"

Nothing.

"Benny, get over here, NOW!"

Zilch

"BENNY!"

Once it was his own idea, along came a skittering little terrier, followed seconds later by the beast odor from Hell!

"Oh, Benny, not again. You rolled in another dead fish!"

This was only the third or fourth time this spring that Benny scored a rotting carcass and rolled in it to his heart's delight.


This is how he looked immediately after his romp with Eau de Poisson Décomposé. He couldn't figure out what the commotion was about.

Neither one of us could stand the odor long enough to continue our walk, so we turned around and headed back home to give Mr. Stinky a bath.


He was not too happy but he took the consequences like a man.

Immediately after his shampoo and rinse, Benny needed to roll in something - anything, to escape the feeling of cleanliness.


He chose the living room sofa to restore some of the daily smells that his bath removed.

I'm sure there'll be more urgent baths in his future and we'll just have to deal with more Smelly Dog from time to time.

Along with all of the licks, cuddles and genuine puppy fun...
this is Benny!