For the last two or three days, I have been walking round the house sniffing everything in sight because I could smell a rather unpleasant smell and I couldn't pinpoint quite where it was coming from. Having done the usual checks for dead mice decomposing in hidden crevices (living in the country, it's a constant battle to keep them out and involves a lot of stuffing of wire wool into any possible way in to stop the little buggers!), I washed all my sofa cushion covers, I cleaned the carpet and I even washed the curtains and still I got a whiff of something icky every so often. It was driving me insane.
It was when I was playing tug of war with one of my dogs, Indie, that I realised the horrible smell was coming from him! He has a habit, when he's in the garden, of getting into mischief and I can only assume that he found something disgusting to play either in or with! Now I know I have a lot of animals but I certainly won't tolerate my house smelling horrible, animals or not. So, there was only one thing for it. It was time to wrestle the dog into the bath.
Now it's not that he doesn't like the water, he actually loves it but he is less thrilled about the getting in and out the bath itself because he doesn't jump! This means that my daughter and I have to physically lift a large, fully grown Alaskan Malamute into the bath. Believe me that is no mean feat. He weighs about the same as a baby elephant!! Once he is in the bath, however, you can clearly see the obvious delight on his face as he gets pampered and lathered with puppy shampoo. He really looks like he's smiling :-)
I now have the aroma of eau de wet dog wafting up at me, from a large damp dog snoring on my feet. Still, at least he's clean.