Being a dog

Today was a good day as far as Archie was concerned. He went into the back garden ahead of me. When I went outside I could see the little monkey was rubbing himself against something dark on the ground. I thought it was bird poo (he did the same thing the other day and got bird poo on his beard!). I wasn’t looking forward to shampooing his face (never an easy task with Archie), so I wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact he’d been rubbing his face on a dead vole!