Wet knees.

Ah, the joys of 'head down, arse up' photography. The joy of getting plastered in unidentified poo that scrabbling around in the dirt brings, the joy of the little dog who bounds through the undergrowth expecting to find a stick and instead comes face to, um, face with the head down arse up photographer, the joy of the unsuspecting owner of the joyous little dog who comes to investigate the commotion and is greeted with the sight of little dog wrestling with a giggling head down arse up photographer. Owner apologises, photographer grins stupidly and holds up camera as explanation then all go their separate joyous ways.