"What a little Monkey"

Not my exact words; a polite translation.
I took Caley for his last run around before darkness in the field behind us. He was running around daft with his ball and when I called him back he had been rubbing in something foul. There is one suitable little pool in the burn here but recent good weather and then frost has seen the water level subside. I had to take him to a lochan at Achaderry. Only the larger of the three ponds was partially  ice free at its north end and that's where we did the bath.
He is much cleaner in this image. He had a shake then he was back to the car and home a few minutes later.