A SMELLY STORY

So picture it. Monday 7am, I let my two hairy children outside, to do what they do! I make breakfast for us all. Call them, Jessie our collie comes bouncing in, I call Harry…again…and again, finally he come’s running out of the field beside the house COVERED IN COW POO!!!!!! THE SMELL. Three changes of water and he still smells. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!