Wiggle was smelling particularly vile so needed to be hosed off. Having the smell washed off, which he no doubt considered fabulous, did not make him happy:
Beenz, Sofy and Toby, just as wet but less stinky, offered some moral support:
Toby was looking sad, on Wiggle's behalf: "Poor Wiggle, he smelt fabbie!"
Beenz was just glad to be home and dry:
And after getting soaked/muddy/stinky, all their leads and collars were washed:
