Pickled

Communication technology, as developed by humans has focussed entirely on visual and audio transmission.  Had it been designed by dogs it would have focussed on transmitting smells and sounds.  Okay visual is useful but you humans have seriously missed a trick on scent transmission.

Had I been able to send it to you, you too could have savoured the aroma of pickled grass (seriously pickled, sozzled in fact).  

Seriously? More of it? Today? Now?

For the last two days (and into the forseeable future I'm told) we have been making a trip a day to that place by the bridge where we met the smiley pig dog. While I inspect the environment, supervise F with sharp tools, and sometimes gnaw on my beef bone, F has been pitching pickled grass into her trailer.

Fermented grass smell has to be experienced to be truly appreciated. I have been actively discouraged from rolling in it. Nah - don't really want to; it's fairly wet and slimy.  I found something dead to roll in instead, but that's a story for another day.

Having dragged it back to the ranch, F has been forking it onto the doink ball pitch (she calls it veg garden). Yuck! She says I will HAVE to use the new arena now.

I wonder what the neighbours make of the well fermented smell.