It had been a leisurely night. I had taken a nice, long lavender scented bath`, read a book, eaten dinner, folded the towels, and cleaned the floor. There was nothing left to do except to watch my Tuesday night TV shows (the one night a week that I watch TV), when I decided to let the dogs in. They had been frolicking around outside for a couple of hours so their energy had to have been spent, and it was finally time to sit down and finish out this relaxing night, and enjoy an unusual night to myself. When I opened the door, instead of a black German Shepherd, I found a brown and wet German Shepherd, and a brindle Boxer (Sam). Sam is lovingly referred to by most of our friends and family as The Best Dog in the World. They are serious, too...and probably right. Sam is loyal. Sam is faithful. Sam is protective. And Sam has a sense of humor. He is patient and smart...I can almost carry on a full conversation with him and I could almost swear that he understands every word I say. With all of these good qualities, Sam has one I had never really acknowledged before. His hair is short. It does not accumulate mud, burrs, or get snarls. Sam really is the The Best Dog in the World. Of course, if you're my dad and you're measuring Sam up with the dog that my dad's friends had in college, whose full name was Herman You Bleepity Bleep Bleep Bleep Get Back Here!!!! I suppose up on the measuring stick is a likely direction. I'm half-way kidding. From what I hear, Herman was a fine dog. And Sam really truly is a wonderful dog.
Back to Tuesday Night...
As I looked down at the muddy mess panting before my feet I sighed heavily, knowing that I was going to need to give Scout a bath, have him walk all over my nice, clean floor, clean the tub, use the towels I just folded and put away, and pour about 2 quarts of Drano down the drain afterwards because Casey wasn't home yet to tell me to give Scout a bath outside. One very valued piece of advice my dad told me when I was growing up:
It's usually better to ask for forgiveness than permission...It's about 55 degrees outside and I had no desire to give him a bath outside because everyone knows that when you give a dog a bath, you get a bath as well. Although it is far from lavender-scented.
Here is a picture show with some brief narratives of the bath, below:
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The Muddy Mess
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Lucky for me, he usually
jumps into the tub with enthusiasm.
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And promptly decided to pee in the bath water...
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Seriously?!?!?!
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After draining the water and re-entering the tub
with an empty bladder...we embarked on Round 2
of this bath experience...
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Mom, I'm really sorry...
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Can those ears get any flatter???
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Finally, toweling off...Those towels are nice
and fresh!!!
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Squeaky Clean!!!
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My hands are dry, I have floors to clean, towels to wash, and I smell like wet dog. Happy Tuesday, everyone!!!!
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