Calgon Can't Save You Now
She was just chilling under the picnic table.....
I had a Great Dane once, a beautiful girl named Josie. "Josapheeny Foo Foo," I liked to call her because she was so pleasant, so cooperative, so reasonable, so clean because she actually respected the hose and her mother. Oh. Sorry. I'm off track, aren't I.
Ruby got clean too. She finally relented and if I kept a gentle hand rubbing away at her tummy, she allowed us to wash her while still insisting on strangling herself at intervals. But she loosened up and I'm willing to bet she'll let us do it again someday before she's old and gray.
Oh sure, look, after she's all pretty and clean she trots around the driveway like nothing ever happened at all. Kind of like the time I was 8 months pregnant with Sean and Luke sat on my lap while he had blood taken and fought it for a good 15 minutes, then threw up all over me in his panic, only to finally give in and exclaim with a smile, "That didn't even hurt!"
Been there, done that, Dog. We'll see who wins next time...
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Dogs and baths....not gonna do that myself unless the dog weighs less than 20# and fits in the stationery tub. Groomers are goddesses....they do things like clip nails, clean ear hair, fouff and fluff, spray dogie perfume and that gland thing around tails. Well worth the charge and it gives me a babysitter for the day.