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.

*sigh*

He's clean now.