Many years ago I lived on a boat in Rye in Sussex. I had my own business making furniture. I also had a cat called'Frank' who thought he was a dog,also a cracking lamping dog Robert(deerhound,greyhound,whippetXsaluki,greyhound,whippet) and Jaqueline a SalukixGreyhound. She was the fastest cross bitch I had ever owned and I had had a lot of racing greyhounds - she was up there! She would do the stalking thing - you know, head steady haunches up and down- just like a lion, and, just like a lion she knew what she could catch and what she couldn't- and believe me she caught everything! If I told you I'd go to gaol.
My point is this; I had a need to bath Jaque at one particular time and when you all live on a boat it is not always easy.
Anyway, job done and unfortunately at low tide she 'jumped ship', and on she went into the estuary to roll in the mud and eventually clay! She was lathered ! Shouting at her like a loon she cocked a deaf'n and found the carcass of a dead sheep. Heaven ! she looked at me whilst I called her and just about waved 'Hello!' there was no way she was coming back until she was ready. That said, she stayed on deck that night whilst Frank came in grinning like the proverbial cat - this point is important !
Tonight, years on, Daisy went in the bath. She's OK in the bath and likes the warmth, however, when it is time to come out, I cover her with towels and leg it!
After 30 seconds or so I go to get her from the flood and try and dry her.
PANDEMONIUM !
When your a wet puppy you course the house, it's a given, the whole house at maximum speed! You say to yourself "I need something to roll in !"
On her high speed passing of me she looked at me with distain - "What have you done to me you idiot?"
But she couldn't for the life of her find a dead sheep.
And so the only thing was Leo's (the incumbent cat) bed.
Mack, the Soloman, stayed in his bed and said nothing, he had a grin like a Cheshire Cat !
Daisy is still searching my face. Where's the dead sheep dad ?
I love 'em
DSM