Pure as the driven snow

Taylor today, after his shampoo

Not.

Yesterday I saw a deer run up the hill. Taylor ran after it, though not in a serious attempt to catch it.

When he returned, there was evidence he’d been distracted by something far more interesting.

Its dung.

He’d coated himself liberally in the dark, gamey-smelling substance.

I had to strip off and take him into the shower.

His collar was covered and once this was removed, there was nothing to get hold of him by. Fortunately, if I use nice warm water and talk gently to him, he’s quite compliant. In fact he just stood there, looking slightly pained, while I was able to wash him using both hands.

Better still, he waited for me to towel dry him before shaking himself!