Bath? No way!

Covert rolling in fox poo, or muddy dubs, meant Max's worst nightmare....bath time. Or B A T H as we can't actually say the word out loud as he hides under the table. This time things got double hairy as Dave had to resort to rolling up his breeks and getting in the bath to lure and keep him in it while he got the washdown.

And he managed to embarrass us tonight by getting amorous with another doggie in his walk (max, not Dave) what can I say, Mr lover boy's puppy hormones are raging at the moment.

Water is receding, devastation for a growing number, feel very lucky to be safe and dry.