Confessions of a Fosshead
“I came home one day, took off my windbreaker, and three bindles of Foss fell to the floor. Well, my dog Chilli, who has short hair, came in and laid on her back with her legs in the air, and she rubbed all my Foss on her back and side. I yelled, ‘No Chilli! No!’”
“So I got a straw and I started brushing her hair and snorting where I saw Foss. Back, butt, side - not a spot was left. It took me 25 minutes to snort all the Foss the dog had on her coat. The fringe benefits of this were that the fleas, the dog hair, the mud, and the sweat went in my nose too. It’s not a good flavour coming off the dog.”
