Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Whiffy Wilf .

' The font 'sets off for the airport at the crack of dawn . Time to go and see granny font . Angus is left with strict instructions to wash Wilf who has developed a decidedly ' whiffy ' old dog odour .

A well tested damage limitation routine . Run the bath, strip down to my boxer shorts, put on an apron and a pair of Wellington Boots , don a pair of Madam Bays Marigolds , lay a thick layer of towels on the floor and finally track down and then lift one exceedingly unhappy PON into the bath . Five minutes later , all the offending areas washed clean , Wilf emerges , polar bear white and smelling like a bed of roses . Straight out into the garden with a chew while towels are collected up and the floor mopped . The rising sun seems to make the old fellow glow bright orange . By the time it's fully risen Wilf is no longer wet and Angus is less frazzled.

Dried and fully dressed , again , Angus and the family fellow head off into town for our morning croissant, coffee and bowl of water . On the way back home a detour down to the valley for a mano a mano saunter by the stream . A huge swarm of electric blue dragonflies darting everywhere .

We arrive just as a herdsman is moving the young calves and their mothers down the lane from one lush field to another . Within seconds of getting down from the back of the car freshly washed Wilf finds a large puddle of something unmentionable to roll in . Over and over he goes in a whirl of canine delight . A look on his face that says ' Boy ! This is great fun ' .

Wilf is happy . Like all old dogs he doesn't ever save anything for a special occasion . Being alive is the special occasion .


  1. What a shame you didn't include a picture of bathtime........and good old Wilf for resoring some of the pong. "There's life in the old dog yet" !!

  2. Perfumes. I guess this is one area where canine and human ideas of what is desirable are destined never to converge.

  3. Good for you Wilf - that puddle looks excellently stinky. So glad it didn't take you long to reclaim some 'funk'. The photos of you on your back soaking it all up are priceless.

  4. Great success the washing session - love the picutre with wellingtons and apron...
    Eau de .... for the fluffiest polar bear - mine surprised me on several occassions with more substantial perfuming... and were surprise how upset I got!!
    Love from Southern Italy Susanne, dAisy and Foxiie

  5. At least Wilf was clean and smelling like a rose for a few minutes, but apparently the eau de puddle was more pleasing to our sweet friend.

    Blessings and Love,
    Janelle and Maggie Mae

  6. That second photo looks like something from a crime scene investigation. Don't know if you've visited our blog recently, but we've often thought of Wilf and how well he navigates his world this past week, as Petey had to have surgery to remove his left eye. I'm pleased to say his right eye is perfectly healthy and life has quickly returned to normalcy with the exception of his insistence that a spoonful of something extra delicious be added to his twice-daily kibble. These fellows are so much more resilient than we might be in the same circumstances!

  7. Thank you for my morning laugh! After a bath, why is there always something unholy around that they find to roll in?

    I'm thinking the ladies of the art class could do a fabulous piece for next year's exhibition if they caught you in the act of bathing the small polar bear!

  8. I was predicting that Madame Bay was going to arrive while you were washing Wilf in your get-up! That would have been a typical Angus event!

    Wilf looks gorgeous in the sunrise light. I love his motto.

  9. what's whiffy to you is obviously heaven to our wee bear. i dearly LOVE the 3rd picture. he is joy personified.
    hugs and a special tummy rub to 'the man!'
    tammy j

  10. Isn't it funny how they sense its bathtime? Our Tucker is famous for hiding, even if you don't mention his bath time, he knows, he simply knows. Boggles the mind!! I am guessing whatever unmentionable it was the Wilf rolled in, the "whiffiness" is back? Keep on going Wilf, lovely, fresh boy!!

    With love from your Canadian pals,
    Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker

  11. Personally speaking, I find bath day to be loads of fun. Of course, I'm the blow dryer, not the washer. That may have something to do with it.

    Wilf looks very handsome! I'll bet his fur feels fabulous!

  12. Love the pictures! What a riot! I don't care how big or little the dog may be, bathtime is quite a task!

  13. The joy of doggiedom
    Being clean is so ovewwated, hehehehe

    (Mommi has given up on washing me any way except in the noode, weady to jump into the showew wight aftew she's done wif me...she sits at the edge of the tub, wif hew feets inside holding me in a deaf gwip between hew knees..it wowks bootifully, i don't squiwm and I feel safe..no slipping and sliding and it's done in a flash)

    smoochie kisses

  14. My parents had poodles ages ago. Once, my mom took them to the groomer. Afterwards, not 30 minutes passed by when one of the dogs got loose into the field behind the house and he rolled in cow manure.

    I used to bring my dogs into the shower with me, wash them first and throw them out of the shower and then clean myself up with soap and water. Now I just throw my chihuahua's in the bathtub and wash them.

  15. Tee hee hee, Wilfie you are a cheeky boy.

  16. We really really love the series of photos of Wilf today. It's like your story was running in our minds in slow motions as Wilf did the roll roll on the puddle. Waaaah

    The gift of life is all about celebration and we are happy to continue to celebrate life with you.

    Piappies Fudgie, Princess, Frappie, Mocha, Sugar, Wai-Pai, Wai-Max & Forgie

  17. Seeing Wilf enjoy is roll (of course he just had a bath...what better reason to roll in something stinky!) has put the greatest smile on my face :) So happy to continue to see him enjoy himself. We washed Louis the westie the other day, and he immediately rolled in the dirt. I couldn't bring myself to scold him...