Apparently the noise humans find most comforting is the crackling of a fire, combined with the snoring of dogs. It’s apparently an ancestral thing. I can get behind that with out much further rationale.
Currently however I am getting an additional sensory input. That of damp German Shepherd.
I took the dogs to the park this morning at 5am before it got blisteringly warm. The basset hound being ostensibly lower to the ground than his counterpart and the fact that he is also a firm adherent of the ‘let no muddy puddle be left unplumbed’ school of dog waking, came home looking a tad worse for wear.
While I can abide a stinky Frenchman, my wife/his mother cannot. After a brief chase around the garden Le petite corporal was captured, harangued and then placed in the tub of torture.
The German adding her input on techniques best suited to water board a baguette eater.
It’s not so bad, here let me put this damp towel on your head.
After the basset hound we thought maybe we should give the German a go. None of us really relished the thought. The basset hound, once in the tub of torture, becomes super compliant. The German fights you the whole time. Alternating with shaking like a leaf. Which means I have to implement some doggie type Ju-Jitsu on her while the wife does stuff with shampoo and the garden hose.
For our sins (and because she is basically a 40kg sponge) we now get to sleep with the aroma of moist canine assailing our nostrils.
We probably deserve it.