Doing the dog thing. Oh boy!
I have this urge sometimes. Nothing I can do to stop myself.
I just need to do it. I have to. It begins with a strong smell. I sniff and I sniff.
I find nothing I can eat. But something is there, I just know it is.
Then the urge comes up.
My humans sees it coming and begins to yell at me: NO Joop, DON'T!!!
But it's already too late. I just have to roll in it. So I go down and I roll.
On my back, on my belly... and I become one with the smell.
Oh... that feels good! It takes me to heaven.
But this time the smell was too strong for my human's taste. My coat was sticky too.
So... they gave me a bath!
I don't like baths. I'm glad I don't get too many of them.
But once I'm in the tub and I feel the warm water, and my other humans soft hands,
I let it go. I think of it as a massage. Later I get even of course,
when I shake and spray everything in sight with water from my coat.
It's a dog thing, ain't it?