I knew something was up by the demeanour of both Darcy and my wife - one looking sheepish, the other looking, well, tortured. I then notice Darcy's coat is smeared with mud along her right side and neck.
"Fox poo." my wife says by way of explanation with a wrinkled nose. Apparently the bodily waste of a fox is very, very unpleasant to the olfactory sense of humans, but to dogs it is pure heaven, hence why they love rolling in it, as had Darcy. Mercifully for me, my nose was not working - my sense of smell comes and goes due to trauma suffered through several breaks and a little surgery. Today I couldn't smell a thing. Thankfully.
My wife went through bouts of holding her breath whilst trying to wipe Darcy down, to pulling the most amusing faces when forced to breathe, coupled with rather colourful descriptions of how the foxy aroma manifested. I just smiled, blissfully protected by my defunct nose.
We both decided the best course of action was a full wash of Darcy, and as it was her 9th birthday a trip to Barry Island beach was in order. We could get out into some fresh air, onto the beach and darcy could run, play and get washed in God's bath.
|Darcy and her toy choice of the day. Copyright ©2015 Mark Kelly|
The beach was fully of dog walkers and even a couple of horse riders, all enjoying the cold, brisk day on Barry Island beach, now made famous by the 'Gavin and Stacey' sitcom filmed in Wales, especially around Barry, including the beach.
|So cold... SO cold... but FUN! Copyright ©2015 Mark Kelly|
|Is it really time to go? Copyright ©2015 Mark Kelly|
|Fun day over. Copyright ©2015 Mark Kelly|