Oh, Deer!

Country Dogs. Why must they roll in deer you-know-what??!!  Always. Every time. Like me and a chocolate Zingers they're just unable to pass it up.

Occupied with moving the 10 new baby chicks from their current Igloo home in Nick's room to the coop  outside with their older sister peeps the dogs got busy themselves. Rolling in crazy smelling stuff.

After the new arrivals settled in  and checked out their new digs (see how both the older and younger ones are perching on those old stools? Chickens need perches. NEVER stand under a chicken perching!)

I searched for the dogs, found them, and saw THIS on  Ozzie:

and THIS (like the chicken shoes?)

They both stood guard in the coop area until Mom returned from her errands.

Then she got the hose and bathed the dog and sterilized the cooler. Bleach is the OCDer's best friend. Bleach for the cooler, not the puppy. But I've thought about it. . . :)