A tale of a tail

This little tail tale took place on Wednesday.
I decided it was time to bath both dogs, plus, they both really needed a hair cut. More particularly Leo, who sees the brush & runs to hide.
I bathed Honey first, as she is more docile, & less likely to protest the shampoo, consequent hair trimming & brushing.
It was a very warm day, so I took them outside to tidy them up. The result was piles of hair all over the table & the pavers.

"Never mind" says GOM, " I have my super new leaf blower/mulcher, & I will clean it all up later"

So Honey is duly bathed, clipped, & let go, to shake & run about in the sun.

Next comes Leo, who had been lurking out of sight in the bedroom, hoping noone would notice him.

Once I got him into the tub, he was more biddable, & allowed me to give him a good shampoo & rinsing. GOM carried him out for me, as he is very heavy. I set to work clipping all the matted lumps off his wool. And what a lot there were!

Finally I tried to brush his lovely long tail, but he would have none of it, so I decided I would have to cut it all off & start again.

And here is one sorry tail! "Where are my lovely tail feathers?"

This is a before pic, of the lovely wooly tail. I feel so mean.

And here is Honey, post clip, complete with her tail. She lets me brush it.

And now the story gets distinctly 'off'.

GOM goes downstairs to get his wonderful machine to deal to the wool all over the yard.

I am sitting watching the dogs leap about in the sun getting warm & dry.

All of a sudden my nostrils are assailed by the most terrible stench.

Unmistakable dog excrescence!!

I glare down at GOM waving his infernal mulcher machine backwards & forwards.

I mutter to myself " Surely he could have avoided the dog shit. He's deaf not blind!"

So I get up, call the dogs & go indoors. Peering out at him as he comes up to my end of the yard. Then I see it! The bag is unzipped! All the wool, leaves & no doubt mulched-dog-shit are flying all over the yard, straight out the back of the mulch bag! Holy Crappe Batman! No wonder the yard has a stench almost unbearable.

I tap frantically on the glass door, waving my arms, pulling faces. Finally he notices. Turns off the infernal machine. I gingerly open the door, a fraction, tell him the horror story, & he says sheepishly. "I wondered where all the fluff was coming from".

He is a definite worry where mechanical things are concerned. Or any 'garden type' activities really.

Here is some of the 'recycled wool', lying about the yard.

And here is more of it.
I dont really want to deal with it. He went over it all with the zip closed, but he didnt get it all.

We had Mr & Mrs Nice Neighbour over to visit, & I told them the story, as we sat outside in the yard. Mrs N N had mentioned how nice it is in our back yard. I told her "Dont be too sure, it has had a 'mulching'!"

There is no residual smell, so hopefully it has dispersed & gone.

There is one thing about my life with GOM, I could never say it has been dull!