A Decade Of Scooter

Today Scooter turned 10 years old! We spent the day doing Scooter stuff. Walkies, treats, and chest rubbies were given. Part of the birthday tradition is that I don't brush Scooter's teeth on his birthday. We also let him roll on the lawn for as long as he wanted.

We were quickly reminded as to why we don't usually let him roll around on the lawn. He smelled awful afterwards! So Scooter got a birthday present he would rather not have gotten: a bath.

Just look at that happy Scooter face. The ecstasy of rolling in a stinky bit of the lawn.

If you are wondering about the sock, Scooter scraped a bit of his foot pad the other day. He's fine. We just put the sock on him to keep him from licking it too much.

Scooter's Cologne

My knitting output has been frustratingly low and my creative zen has gone, so here are some pictures of Scooter rolling on a dead worm to entertain you.

First he determines if the smell is worth rolling in. The answer is always yes.

Then he works a back and forth wiggling motion to maximize the smell to fur ratio.

Followed by a good head grinding action to solidify the worm smell in his fur until the next bath. (Those baths have been occurring more frequently as of late)

And one last roll for the sheer joy of it.

He has also taken to trying to roll in bird poop when we are on our walks... as we are walking. It doesn't matter that we aren't stopping. He hurls himself into the concrete for the chance to add Eau De Poo on his shoulders.