Joy of the Roll

What walk is complete without a roll or two? Now, chicken, we're not talkin' bread roll here! No, this is Spencer's all out assault on the grass. Spencer can’t make it around our full walk route without stopping periodically to throw his entire self, upside, downside, headside, tailside for a good old rub on the grass or snow! There is ecstasy in his roll; there is joy! His body goes into paroxysm of pleasure. Fastidiously (for I’d hate to take him home all smelly) I double-check the site just to ensure he’s not rolling in excrement or a dead fish. Nope. He’s a with-it kinda guy…he likes “eau de gazon”! Somehow his leash never tangles. He uprights like a spring-loaded kangaroo and once again, we’re off!