B-A-T-H TimePosted: June 28, 2013
Yesterday, after a lovely early morning walk, it happened: B-A-T-H time.
A small sidenote on behalf of all dogs everywhere: Although I know humans would rather not believe this, dogs do know how to spell. We can spell B-A-T-H and V-E-T. We can spell T-R-E-A-T and W-A-L-K. We can even spell C-A-T. Trust me, you are not fooling any of us.
Anyway, back to my story. Even if I couldn’t spell, I would have known what was going on. The minute the dog towels, shampoo, and bath leash come out, it is painfully obvious. Actually, I am not averse to bath time. During the winter, when it’s too cold to be bathed outside, I go to my favorite groomers at my local PetSmart. They love me there, and I love them. I always get a glowing “pawgress” report when my mommy picks me up. It usually says things like “very sweet,” “super obedient,” and “a joy to groom.” My daddy is obsessed with seeing my “pawgress” report. But in the warmer months, my mommy gives me some of my baths in the driveway. (I still make special trips to see the PetSmart groomers. We call that “Spa Day.”) Today was my first driveway bath of the year, and it went pretty much the way most baths go.
Here I am post-suds and rinse and pre-towel dry and brushing. I am trying as hard as possible to look as dignified as possible . . .
. . . but I realize that I am a wet dog, and there is very little dignity in that. At this point, I was just hoping that these spikes on my head were not gong to be permanent.
I am happy to report that after much drying and much, much, much brushing, my punk hairdo was all gone and I was back to my very soft and fluffy self . . . only way, way cleaner than before. Mommy says my “doggy” smell is all gone; too bad I couldn’t say the same for Mommy after she finished bathing and brushing me! Wishing you lots and lots of good, clean fun this weekend!