Friday, November 4, 2011

Spiked hair

Oscar did something last time we were at the cottage
that he has never, ever,
in the two plus years he's lived with us,
done before:

Roll in something yucky.

I had no idea he was rolling with any purpose
other than scratching his back.
He was clearly enjoying himself.

I always am reminded,
when he rolls on his back and his white belly fur flies around,
of surf crashing onto a beach.

But then I could see...

he spiked his hair with it.


He's clean now.

1 comment:

Thank you!