The downside of living on a farm is when your cats come home with something dead and your dogs roll in it. I kept getting a whiff of something today that was awful; wondered what in the world it could be. It came from different places in the house which left me looking high and low for the source. I'm washing my bedding and sniffing around. I finally realized what it was. My weenies had rolled in something dead. Nothing smells worse.
The title of this gouache I painted is 'Rolling In Stink". Now you know where I got the idea from.
How could the sweetest weenies in the world, Emmy and Sister, do such a thing?
Well, they never met a turd they didn't like either. They wouldn't know what a leash was for.
So goes living on a farm. Lots of nasty things for weenies to get into. As for the cats, I've never seen a cat roll in dead things.