OK, I couldn’t help it, the temptation was just too much! I’m guessing you know what I’m talking about even though I haven’t mentioned this rather sensitive topic for quite a while. The thing is, everyone was distracted, admiring the beautiful spring flowers, and I just spotted it out of the corner of my eye. Discreetly, I had a quick roll and oh boy, did I smell good! I don’t know if she saw or smelt the evidence but it was only a matter of seconds before Mrs Masters gave me that disapproving look and called my name in a reprimanding way. The little hoomans didn’t seem to mind one bit, although they were instructed not to touch me.
I don’t know why humans don’t like the smell of fox poo. I’ve observed many of them spraying fragrances on themselves and I don’t think they smell superior to my firm favourite.
I was rather hoping to show off my attractive aroma in front of Meg, Mr Chippendale’s dog but on returning to nursery I was dunked into the sink and scrubbed with fairy washing up liquid!
If that wasn’t enough, the boarders bathed me after supper and then complained about the smell of ‘wet dog’ for the rest of the evening. I don’t know, there’s just no pleasing some people: you can’t have it both ways my friends!
I think it just turned out to be one of those days; we all have them sometimes.
Have a great weekend.