Bottoms Up in Littleburn

"It's no good Bud, it doesn't matter how many times you try to wash it off, it's just too strong"

"I'm trying, I'm really trying, I'm sure you can't smell it anymore."

"I can, it's into the bath for you as soon as we get home"

"Oh no, please no, not the great big white wishy washy."

It was Bud's turn today. Poppy endured the bath yesterday after the mud at Alness Point, today it was the pungent smell of fox that was Bud's downfall.