So I was walking down the beach in Bang Saphan, Thailand, with my girlfriend, the terminally-cute P, in search of the suspect, as directed by the intrepid Doogster, on new year's day, 2005. Suddenly the terminally-cute P said, "Is that it there?" She was pointing to a log-shaped, uh, shape ebbing and flowing in the tide. At first I had thought it was just a log (the shape suggested it), but it turned out she was right. The quest then was to actually get stinkydog up on the beach so we could get the pics we wanted. The intrepid Doogster had seen stinkydog a few days earlier and had told us it had already turned all kinds of marvellous technicolour, which I was keen on witnessing myself. Call me a sick bastard if you must, but some things have to be seen to be believed in this crazy ole world of ours!

Anyhoo, I found a nice long pointy stick in order to nab stinkydog, who was having a grand old time flopping this way and that in the waves. Stinkydog was also travelling quite rapidly down the beach with the tide. It's interesting to point out, that not only was this not an easy feat, but as I was poking its soft, floppy rubberiness, I began to feel quite ill indeed, and almost barfed at one point. I managed to keep it together though, I had a job to do, and I wasn't willing to fail right from the start!