Tea Tree Charlie

After yesterdays sojourn to the park, and Charlie jumping into the almost empty pond, Charlie has been stinking. A delicate blend of pond muck, swan poo, algae (dead and alive) and wet dog aroma has been filling the house.

Mrs C is out and left instructions that Charlie was to be washed with Tea Tree Dog Shampoo. To say the least he was not keen, standing looking totally unloved and dejected. A vision of persecution and bedraggled-ness.

However two minutes after being lifted out and dried it's all forgotten about and he is curled up on the sofa watching The Simpsons 5 doggy biscuit treats the better

I wish all I had to worry about was a bath twice a year