Sunday, August 2, 2009

Rouge Le Pew

This evening several of the neighborhood boys came by to see Red Rocket. As I picked him up and carried him towards the door to greet his adoring public I caught a wiff of that unmistakable odor: eau du cat poop. August had just finished mowing the back yard and no doubt unearthed some irresistible morsel deposited by one of the roving neighborhood felines that Red Rocket decided he needed to mask himself in. Typical dachshund. So, Red Rocket, after saying hello to the boys, was immediately carried to the tub for a bath.

1 comment:

  1. Eau is right Red Rocket! When Birdy or Puppydog roll in something icky (or worse--eat something icky), that's just what I say....eeeewww!