Fox poo...

This is Charlie. He belongs to Nicki, Chris, Max and Sophie. I am looking after him for a week while they go on a skiing trip. I also have Louis who belongs to Nicki's parents.

Today we went for a lovely walk round Downs Banks. It was raining. Still a nice walk. Until Louis managed to pull me just as I stood in a big mucky bit of sludge. Over I went. Louis is a toy poodle. It was not very dignified. I wish I could say no-one witnessed my arse hitting the ground. I cannot say that. 

I have actually never been more grateful to be driving someone else's car. Nicki's Mum has left me her old Honda which is like a massive go kart with wipe able seats and a fence to keep the dogs in the boot.

As we drove home I started to wonder if one of us had farted. It was not me. On arriving home I discovered it was not a fart. If only. My first encounter with fox poo and I can only hope that it's my last. Jesus fucking Christ it's rank. Despite carrying both Charlie and Louis up to have a shower, the whiff lingers on. Fox shit specific shampoo is arriving tomorrow. I feel slightly sick. 

Tomorrow we shall pick a different walk and hope for a decent outcome.