(of organic matter)
decaying or rotting
and emitting a fetid smell.

While on the farm, every now and again a dog would

turn up at the back door with its prize possession of the day.

This was usually in the form of an exhumed bone they

were fed a week or so earlier, or part

of a carcass which they had rolled in making it difficult

to tell which smelled worse…the carcass, or the dog.

Since moving to the suburbs,

carcasses are few and far between.

However, it does happen just often enough

to remind me of the putrid smell of farm dogs.

That story is true and is the main reason

why we have kennels for dogs and

a no house animals policy.


Fandango’s One Word Challenge:...Putrid




The tide is still as high to the west…


…and little further round to the left of the previous image

is the Port Fairy Lighthouse.

Just to the right and in front of the lighthouse

the Moyne River empties into Bass Strait.


Water-Water-Everywhere:   #53