dead is sometimes good

SO, off I went today without Mimi again. The Vet comes tomorrow. We were earlier today than usual and we ran into Bosco straight off the bat. LUCKY. Bosco and I were sort of mellow this morning together. There was some running and some fighting over a ball but it was not our usual run all morning long. We saw lots of dogs today. We saw Niles and Caber, Bandit, Amber, Tango, Mel and a bunch more. Let me tell you the best and worst thing ever. At the beach we ran all the way across to the other side. Bosco went and looked for the tennis ball. I found something dead in the water. I don't know or care what it was but I dove head first into it. It was so great. I got up and dove head first again and again and again. My person finally saw me and gave me an urgent call. I went over right away because I had already had my fun. Everyone kept telling me how bad I smelled. I was so proud. My person was not looking so happy and we were only a third of the way through the walk. I pranced around big and proud and stinky. HOORAY for Merlin the stinky! So, all was great and then the bad news. We got home and my person was wacko. Off we went into the yard and I think we are going to play and she pulls out the hose and some shampoo. I was so mad. I scrambled away but she got me and sprayed water all over me and than soap and than water and she just kept it up. She took all of my good smell away and left me smelling fresh and clean. For a little while I was the hero that smelled of dead things. Now, I am just another dog who has a person who prefers good smells. It's embarrassing.
Merlin