Have been for a lovely long walk across the fields with my darling
dog.
Twice he rolled in fox poo. It's like it exerts some sort of mind control over him and he just can't help but throw himself on it.
He's managed to get it all over his collar - a fabric one with our details embroidered on as he kept losing his tags and it stinks
Mind you, it's not the worse thing he's rolled in - manure I'd just put on my garden, a rotting seal, dead seagull, something vile smelling but unidentifiable he found in the woods, etc
He's an utter minger, but what's the fascination?