Silly girl Olivia often enjoys prancing through the wild ivy that grows rampant on hillsides and parks in my neighborhood. I suspect that stalking through the knee-high ivy feeds some deep primal urge that lurks within all dogs. I get a bit nervous when I think about snakes, but she usually stays just long enough to discreetly do her business, and then she joins me back on the trail.
But not today.
As usual, Olivia was frisking through the ivy, sniffing out a prime spot to heed nature's call, when she suddenly did a Kamikaze nose-dive. She buried her face in the ivy and then proceeded to roll over on her back, rocking back and forth with all four legs waving in the air, a look of sheer ecstasy flashing on her happy face. I smiled and let her enjoy the innocent pleasure until a light bulb flipped on over my head...
...what was my girl rolling in?
So I tugged at her leash and pulled her back on her feet, then leaned over to explore the source of such heavenly canine delight. And almost gagged.
It was a carcass. Something of such decrepit, molten decay, I couldn't even determine what it might have been in its previous incarnation. A raccoon maybe? Or perhaps a bison or woolly mammoth? It was squishy. Furry. And huge. I turned to Olivia and looked at the sweet face that I kiss and body that I hug at least a dozen times a day.
Cool, huh? her joyful expression seemed to say. And I'm covered in it!
Oh yes, indeed. Which explains why my little tiger soon found herself in another "cool" position: at the tail end of a hose.
But not today.
As usual, Olivia was frisking through the ivy, sniffing out a prime spot to heed nature's call, when she suddenly did a Kamikaze nose-dive. She buried her face in the ivy and then proceeded to roll over on her back, rocking back and forth with all four legs waving in the air, a look of sheer ecstasy flashing on her happy face. I smiled and let her enjoy the innocent pleasure until a light bulb flipped on over my head...
...what was my girl rolling in?
So I tugged at her leash and pulled her back on her feet, then leaned over to explore the source of such heavenly canine delight. And almost gagged.
It was a carcass. Something of such decrepit, molten decay, I couldn't even determine what it might have been in its previous incarnation. A raccoon maybe? Or perhaps a bison or woolly mammoth? It was squishy. Furry. And huge. I turned to Olivia and looked at the sweet face that I kiss and body that I hug at least a dozen times a day.
Cool, huh? her joyful expression seemed to say. And I'm covered in it!
Oh yes, indeed. Which explains why my little tiger soon found herself in another "cool" position: at the tail end of a hose.
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