Naturally I had other 'prettier' things planned for my blog post tonight, but somehow, domestic duties intervened. Lets just say that arriving home to find the dog shut in the laundry was not a good sign. And neither was the fact that his tail was firmly clamped between his legs. And dealing to this particularly unpleasant task is something Brunnell absolutely refuses to do. It is not, apparently, his job. It apparently is mine - by default. I won't go in to graphic detail. The 'job' involves a bucket of soapy water, rubber gloves, much toilet paper, usually scissors, a bath, and a shaggy spoodle called Bruno with the propensity for the odd 'dag' or two. It is not pleasant. Anyone who has ever complained about changing a babies poopy nappy has not had to clean a spoodle's bottom! So, I'm sorry, the tone of the blog will improve tomorrow.
P.S It is not Bruno's fault. It doesn't happen often (thankfully) and most of the time he is 'mummy's good boy'. And, it isn't that he is so very small, but the bone in this image is so very large!