Spring is in the air

And it smells like week-old, dead possum.

Being around vizslas that enjoy rolling in dead critters has taught me to identify dead bird, dead fish, and dead rodent by smell.  Unfortunately, the only benefit to this unwittingly acquired talent is that I now know how many lather-rinse-repeats are required to wash the particular stench off my red dogs.

Friends and family don’t understand how or why I tolerate “such behavior.”  But when I see Dhibou drop his shoulder to begin the roll, I can’t help but smile – even if I am shaking my head as I run to pull my boy away from his treasure. Feet up, back wiggling, tail wagging – is there anything happier than a dog rolling in something dead and smelly?  I need to find something so simple to bring me such happiness.

Bath time

I know I’ve been gone from this blog for a while, but at first it was hard writing without my Muse lying quietly at my side. Then once out of the habit of writing, inertia made it hard to start again.  Dhibou and Rio are not Dogon, but there is never a dull moment when they are around, so they will be the source of much inspiration. If only they would to learn to lie quietly while I work and enjoy my wine (today’s treat: Wyatt 2011 Cabernet). I’m glad to be back.