After tormenting me with body odours for two days while we were driving up to the village, Segewick must have thought that he had died and gone to heaven.
One of the very, very many reasons that I am not fond of him is his fondness for rolling in all things fecal.
Well let me tell you something.
Our entire floor at the cottage is made of cow dung.
He strutted into the cottage like lord muck, and then proceeded to roll around from room to room, on what can only be the biggest cow patty he has ever seen.
He has also got a new friend, who the kids have unoriginally named Domino. He is a pretty good dog with a bit of Collie in him.
What makes Segewick happy, is that "Collie" is not all that Domino has in him.
He also has a very broad and progressive approach towards cross gender relations.
He obviously feels that boundaries are old fashioned and is happy to act a eunuch to Segewick all day.
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