He Stinks!

On Friday, Charlie made another bold escape. Running out the front door as we were leaving for work/grandma's. My dad was home from work helping get ready for the picnic the next day. I asked him if, later on in the day, he would put Charlie back in the house after he had calmed down. We came home to Charlie in the back yard a stinkin mess. He apparently went down to the pasture and rolled around in some cow poo...and ate something dead. After a bath, he is able to be back in the house, however his breath is something terrible, and I hope it won't stay that way for too long. I need a doggie toothbrush. Darn Dog.