Foxes

I rarely set eyes on the foxes I know to be hiding in the bushes in the park but I can smell them a mile off. Given the number of thorns I pick up plunging about in the brambles searching for them, it would be nice to actually see one of these elusive beasts every now and then.

In other news, I have a very aching hip.

Short-lived

Not long after we all piled back into the car to come home this morning, FP noticed that "someone smells a bit foxy".
All eyes turned to me and then (mercifully) back to the road. It was no good; I knew I was rumbled and before I had the chance even to lay quietly in my bed and make it smell of fox too. Sigh.
It was quite good fun in the bath though. FP was soaked by the time I'd finished and owing to the towering performance I gave of a really sorry dog, I was rewarded with treats - awesome! Plus, I noticed that we used the last of the shampoo(ch), so we won't be having a repeat bath tomorrow as no-one can shop so quickly. Phew, there's a chance that the special pile of fox doot I found this morning will still be there tomorrow...

Foxy!

Hurray! The other day (I forget exactly when) I rolled in fox doot whilst ST wasn't looking. Anyway today's rain has finally brought out the wonderful perfume and I smell awesome! Stunning even, although I say it myself; if only there had been more dogs in the park to share it with...Sigh. FP has the look of someone determined enough to carry out the threat of bath-time, so I must try to stay out of her way. I'll be in my room, shifting about every now and then so that I can catch a whiff of my foxy perfume, mmmmmm, it's good stuff.