Once upon a time, I rolled on a frog. A dead frog. Stick with me here. I was just a little baby when I did it. Here's how it happened.
It was 2011 and I'd just been adopted. I was an only bichon back then. Mommy worked long hours, so I was home alone a lot. Neither of us liked it. That's why I hid under tables when Mommy left for work. She used to drag me out by a hind leg to kiss me goodbye. And I barked and barked, "Mommy! No! Don't leave!" as she left.
We both looked forward to weekends immensely 'cause we got to spend two whole days together. But on this particular Saturday, Mommy had to work. And she brought me with her to work.
I was very good! I laid on Mommy's desk in my carrying bag and chewed on my bone. Then she took me outside to piddle. And that's when I found the dead frog.
It smelled so delightful, like a swamp on a hot August day, I just had to get a little of that amazing scent behind my ears. So, naturally, I rolled on it.
I spent the rest of the day laying on Mommy's desk, reeking of dead frog.
Hi! Delly here! I'm a bichon frise. My mommy says I'm crazy, eccentric and hilarious. These are my doodles. WOOF!