How we roll

Anyone who's ever had a dog will find this familiar.

Dog  trots along  sniffing the breeze then all of  sudden flings itself down and rolls,  and rolls, and rolls again, on whatever is producing  a richly pungent odour - usually fox poo but in this case a dead shrew.

The possible explanations for this behaviour have all been listed but we don't know for certain, any more than why someone walking through a department store (if they still exist) pauses for a squirt of Chanel No. 5.

Raki flung herself down and kicked her legs in the air at least 4 times before I caught up with her. She hates water so I won't be bathing her, just gotta love that whiff.